The sun is up There's no more moon The birds ore singing A morning tune You've got inings to do And appointments to keep But you're still fast asleep
Wake up, wake up Get out of bed The morning's here, now Sleepyhead Stop your dreaming And open your eyes You'll get nothing done If you're always Tate to rise
The alarm clocks ringing It's half past eight You should gel up now Cause you're going to be late The boss is waiting It's lime to go But you don't want to know
Wake up, wake up ...
The morning time Is a time you dread You want to slay 'n your nice, warm bed I know it's hard And it seems unkind But you've got to rise and shine