When I woke up this mornin' I felt a pang.  I was hungerin' for some apple pie.  Stumble in the bathroom, hung my hog a little bit.  Washed the sleep out of my eye.  Oh yeah, it's gonna be a fine day.  Scratched myself a bit.  Poured me out a bowl-a corn chex.  Closest thing I could find to apple pie.  Lingerin' taste of toothpaste  Made the milk go down a bit funny.  But you know, them chex they do satisfy.  Oh yeah, this'll be a fine day.  So, after my mornin' rise-n-shine and eat-n-clean.  Had my mind set to hit them streets.  Drizzle from the night left cold puddles out.  Had my black stomp-boots on my feet.  It's my day.    Since I was in kneepants my pop had tried to make me realize. If I  set my mind down to it I could be a big man in the public eye. So  with my big blue collar on, I set out to find the easy way. What an  ice cold bath it was when I found you had to pay to play. To taste  the taste it's a tease that never would subside. The taste is strong  but soured by my learned eyes. Well, if a woodchuck could chuck wood,  he'd get down on his knees to pray. This little snappy boy might see  the light this ground hog's day.