Irish Rovers - Don't Call Me Early In The Morning текст песни

Chorus:
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