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