Morning mister Radio , morning little Cheerio
Morning sister Oriole, did I tell you everything is fine, in my mind

Morning mister shoe-shine man, shine them bright in white and tan
Baby said she loves me and need I tell you that everything here is just, fine in my mind

Excuse me if I sing, my heart has found its wings
Searching high and low and now at last I know

Morning mister Golden Gate, I should walk but I can't wait
I can't wait to set it straight, I was shaking but now I am making it fine, here in my mind

My heart will soar with love that's rare and real
My smiling face will feel every cloud
And higher still beyond the blue until
I know I can like any man reach out my hand 
And touch the face of God.

Excuse me if I sing, my heart has found its wings
Searching high and low and now at last I know

Morning mister Radio, morning little Cheerio
Morning sister Oriole, did I tell you everything is fine, in my mind

Won't you get up, Oriole
Won't you get up, Cheerio
Wake up, mister Radio