When you wake up in the mornin'

And you can't remember much about the night before

Then the lady who's beside you gets up

She goes right out and locks the bathroom door.

And your head won't stop singin'

The phone won't stop ringin'

Your plane is gonna leave at twelve fifteen

It was close to six o'clock

Before you got to know a little dream.

Look at the bangin' man he says

He can time after time

He'll get down

down

down

To bangin' back home.

Oh

look at the Bangin' Man

He says he can time after time

He'll get down

down

down

To bangin' back home.

I been in fifty diff'rent towns

In fifty diff'rent days

They all got diff'rent names.

I been in fifty limousines

In fifty hotel rooms

They all look the same.

And your head won't stop crackin'

Your case needs unpackin'

The only sound is from the T.V. screen

Until a knock comes on the door

And standing there's another little dream.

When you wake up in the mornin'

And you can't remember much about the night before.

A small reminder of the state you were in

Are all the tattered clothes across the floor.

And your head still keeps singin'

The phone still keeps ringin'

Remember just exactly where you've been.

'Cos there ain't no doubt about it

There's no better things to see

Then what you've seen.