What a day this could have been,
A perfect day for sleeping in.
The mercury has plunged so low
It's hiding underneath the snow.
And here, inside, my chilly nose –
The only part of me that shows –
Is telling me that I should dread
The moment I get out of bed.
Although I love this warm cocoon
I can't stay here all day. And soon
When my alarm clock starts to buzz
I won't hit snooze and sleep because
I'm just the sort of sorry slob
Who needs to get and keep a job.
The dreadful kind of job where I'm
Expected to show up on time.
So if I could I'd choose to snooze,
Instead I sing these AM blues.