do you ever wake up with a song in your head and you don't know why?

(what number is this, chip? 7A! okay, now really...don't get excited, man. it's cause i'm short, i know.)

oh, i could hide 'neath the wings
of the bluebird as she sings.
the six o'clock alarm would never ring.
but it rings, and i rise
wipe the sleep out of my eyes
my shavin' razor's cold and it stings.

you once thought of me as a white knight on a steed.
now you know how happy i can be.
oh, and our good time starts and ends
with a dollar one to spend.
but how much baby do we really need?