8 o'clock in the morning,
I still hide my tired head
right beneath my pillow,
so the sun won't get a grip
then the radio starts playing
I hear Janis sing her song
'bout a guy named Bobby
and about how to get away,
well I'd just like to stay and
wake up to the radio
9 o'clock, still tired,
put some coffee down my throat
listening to the weather forecast,
listening to those 'weather gods'
yeah they say it's getting cloudy,
and they say it's goin' to rain
although the sun is shining,
man I just love to
wake up to the radio
pollution news during coffee break
and afterwards 'every breath you take'