Early in the mornin` about the break of day
the earlybird is workin` so his life don`t fade away.
He`ll spend his days denyin` that he`s got no time for flyin
in the breeze.
While high up on his own the eagle flies alone,
he is free.
The earlybird is scratchin` though the goin`s gettin` tough,
the time is passin` by him and he just can`t get enough.
He`ll tell you all is goin` well but knows that something`s wrong.
The earlybird will wake one day and find his life is gone.
You know I like to lay in bed, sleep out in the sun,
readin` books or playin` crazy music just for fun.
You know it makes me feel so fine and sets my mind at ease
to know that I don`t harm a soul in doin` what I please.