Good morning, mister Good morning, sister I've been gone for quite some time Now you can decide If I look any older If you stand any taller If I've seen the Sun in weeks If my voice is deeper, see? I'm a different person Than I was before Something that time can't heal I've got cooler shoes on And a nicer coat And things that you can't steal It's a good morning, mister It's a good morning just for All the finer things in life It's not so black and white It's a good morning, mister It's a good morning just for It's a perfect day to be alive It's a perfect day to be alive