Woke up, it was a Zappa morning
and the first thing that I heard
was a song inside my windows
from the mofo of inventions
he came a-steaming up like freight train bells
and sang these words to me
Oh, that’s alright folks
We’ll not touch this daylight dial
And we’ll curse it ’till the night comes
Woke up, it was a Mitchell morning
and the first thing that I heard
was the call through yellow curtains
of a taxi cab in the parking lot
that came a-stealing up like the molten sun
to take these words from me
Oh, look out, look out
I’m not the only soul to ever be
Accused of hit and run every second of the day
Woke up, it was a Hendrix morning
and the first thing that I heard
was the dreary sound of a sweeping broom
as it cleared the weeping cobwebs
that fell upon this daybreak like a broken dream
that spilt this cry from within me
Oh won’t you stay
Oh won’t you stay
now the petals of my night time words
have forever blown away
(with a little help from my friends:
Joni Mitchell, Frank Zappa and Jimi Hendrix)