Don't Call Me Early in the Morning

Don't call me early in the morning, 
  Call me what you want to but leave me alone. 
  Don't call me early in the morning, 
  Just leave me till the cows are coming home. 

  A man or a woman they need the relaxation 
  From rising always at the dawn. 
  And the heart of the matter, tomorrow is a Saturday, 
  And I'll be lying lying on. 

  Sad the lad that can't rest contented, 
  He has a dollar but must have more. 
  He fills himself with pills to retire with a million 
  And falls asleep at sixty-four. 

  Fair is fair and I've done my share, 
  My nerves are gettin' on my nerves. 
  If you don't have a pillow of the white swan's feather, 
  We'll do with a corner for my head. 

  Just a gentle warning for tomorrow morning, 
  No big noises near my room. 
  Cars with no exhausts, chickens with the whooping cough. 
  And milkmen that whistle out of tune.