Heh Heh (Chuckles) Good Morning Sunshine

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Heh heh, good mornin' sunshine Take a good squint at me I ain't the man I used to be I ain't the cat you saw yesterday At least I mean by tomorrow I won't be anyway Whole new ball game, whole new day Bug you don't it, you overgrown headlight I asked you for the last time To tell me why you so unkind How many years and times I asked you Since you baked us blue You don't look out for us more than do you Curious huh, curious yellow, ain't ya Naw, it ain't religion You know I don't go for that chosen few Amen and god just testing you Naw it ain't work my back still breaking Boss still poutin' Corns still aching Naw it ain't my old lady But she do the best she can do Naw it ain't that progress talk New icing but the same ol' cake [Verse 2] Good morning sunshine Take a good squint at me I ain't the man I used to be I ain't the cat you saw yesterday At least by tomorrow I mean I won't be anyway Curious ain't ya curious yella My Aunt Emma came to me The one who drowned off the boat ride on that Labor Day She had on a big wide yellow hat It was all yella again and brand new The hat was green and she was too when they found 'em 'Cause she didn't come up right away Reverend Coleman said it was to punish her for her fast ways But he always talked like that anyways Trying to scare folks to grease his tray She and Uncle Leroy was playing Chinese Checkers Uncle Leroy looks up and sees me And asked me if I didn't want to pull up and play "Come on boy, sit down" he say "He ain't no boy, Leroy" Aunt Emma say "He kin, what you say, we give him somethin' nice" "Hey that's a good idea", Uncle Leroy say Aunt Emma was always the practical one in the family anyway Then she reach in her bosom and handed me the number That gonna hit today [Verse 3] Good mornin' sunshine Take a good squint at me I ain't the man I used to be I ain't the cat you saw yesterday At least I mean by tomorrow I won't be anyway Whole new ball game, whole new day First thing I'm going to do is send down a box load A roses to have 'em put on Aunt Emma's grave Next I'm gonna buy myself some shades So if I'm out in the day I won't have to look at you Last time you and that Garment District Cadillac Gonna trump on me