Groundhog\'s Day 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.