Don't Call Me Early

DON'T CALL ME EARLY IN THE MORNING
 Words & music Tommy Sands
 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