In the early morning
I'm still in bed
It's all I can do to raise my beery head
In the early morning
I reach for you
But you're not here, you're with mister you-know-who
And I hate him
'Cause he's lyin' there next to you
In the early mornin' baby
I ain't nothin' but blue
I make it to the shower
Around seven-fifteen
No matter what I do, I can't get my soul clean
I make it to the shower
But the dirt's in my heart
And it's been there since you decided to depart
And I hate him
'Cause he's lyin' there next to you
In the early mornin' baby
I ain't nothin' but blue
I make it to the table
Find my seat
When I realize there ain't nothin' left to eat
Make it to the table
But somethin' ain't right
The damn cat spilled the milk in the night
And I hate him
As he's lappin' up the mess
Though I hate the cat, baby
Oh, I hate you best
And then the phone rings
I pray it's you
But it's just boss, saying he's got the flu
So I'm standin' there
With the boss on the phone
He says: "Its the busiest day son, and you're workin' all alone"
And I hate him
I hate the boss with the flu
But let the truth be known, baby
He ain't done holdin' you
Let the truth be known, baby
He ain't done holdin' you
Let the truth be known, baby
He ain't done holdin' you
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