Words/Music: Kantner, Slick, Crosby      Last electric Sunday mornin' waitin' in the park for the dawn   Listenin' to all the animals in the Park and in the city beyond   Flashin' with my lady. Sky goin' black to blue   She said I got a surprise for you   A child is coming   A child is coming   A child is coming to yu      What you gonna do when Uncle Samuel comes around   Askin' for the young one's name   And lookin' for the print of his hand for the files in their numbers game   I don't want his chance for freedom to ever be that slim   Let's not tell 'em about him --      It's gettin' better   Like a mornin' to be born