He wakes up in the morning, on his feet
Cause he goes to bed early, but can’t get no sleep
He wants to eat oatmeal, but has no oat
(He) tries to get clean now, but has no soap
yeah (instrumental)
He goes into the world all by himself
leaving the assortment of trash on his shelf
When they talk to him he talks to himself
They may call it trash (but) he calls it wealth
He wakes up in the morning, on his feet
Cause he goes to bed early, but can’t get no sleep
He wants to eat oatmeal, but has no oat
(He) tries to get clean now, but has no soap
yeah (instrumental)
I see him in the park he seems so at home
Talking with the trash mostly styrofoam
I catch his eye he seems to beckon me
I tell myself that there’s no harm in he
He looks me in the eyes and he says to me
“Don’t worry son 'cause you’ll be set free”
I shake my head as he laughs and grins
Then he says,
“This game you can not win”
Do you wake up in the morning, on your feet
Cause you go to bed early, but can’t get no sleep
Do you try to eat breakfast, but got no oats
Try to get clean but find you got no soap