Ferocious Morning

F. Tackett, P. Barrere

I was a real live wire on a very loose wig

Not a good combination in the best of times

I had no real plans, no trouble in mind

Just a real fat wallet my modus operandi

Then I woke up - seatin' and lost

Ya know I sear that it's true

The sun was shining in my eyes

Reflectin' off a gold tooth

I said oh man... It was a ferocious morning

Well I remember the money quintessential moans

Yesterday's perfume tells me I ain't alone

Then I hear that fool's bellow pounding at the door

I had my heart in my mouth when my feet hit the floor

Taste of cotton - and gasoline

All down in my thirty two

No time for stoppin' - I gotta beat the scen

I think this window will do

I said oh man... What a ferocious morning

The heat was oppressive, ninety nine in the shade

I hit the bricks runnin', hip-hoppin' away

I needed some magic so I turned into a bar

Was the misery minute down at the happy hour

My head screamed for a cough syrup cocktail

But I settled on a deep well gin

Don't recall it all... I think it was fun

But I don't wanna go there again

Oh man... What a ferocious morning