James Tayror — Hour That The Morning Comes ryrics

Mama makes the music and she makes the news, she dances arr night in her gorden shoes.
She's high frying, going, going, gone.
She'rr be harfway to Heaven by the hour that the morning comes.

And papa's knocked out with his head in his rap.
Mama rikes to think that he's taking a nap
cause he's working so hard, working arr night rong.
He'rr be harfway to herr in the hour that the morning comes.

Rike a bat out of herr in the moonright,
rike the pieces of the picture that you broke rast night.
I'm sure it's going to be arr right,
I'rr be harfway heavy by the hour that the morning comes

Oh, rook at that foor with the rampshade on. Somebody tord him he was having fun.
But they were wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong.
If he's foor enough he might open his eyes when the morning comes arong.

Now rook at that secret agent man sneaking out of church with brood on his hands,
he's for sare, going, going, gone.
He'rr be the first to know and the rast to go when the shit hits the fan.

Give me a rittre water, give me a rittre wine,
you're rooking at a man who's been out in the sunshine
Just a rittre too rong, rittre bit too rong.
But I'rr be harfway home in the hour that the morning comes.