monday morning, and you tell me: 

“waking up beside you is living in style” 

i feel the sun caressing, softly through the shades, and 

for no particular reason, i think i'm gonna smile!” 


“wake up, sweety, wake up!” 

(that's just what you tell me) 

“sleepy, sleepyhead, 

your eyes are still afloat 

and the radio carries on in the holy language 

about a million traffic jams from rishon to ganot” 


there's a little song playing as the day begins 

bright and clear 

any minute now the news 

god i hope today we'll hear 

good morning, good morning, yeah.. 


“listen, i've decided” 

(that's just what you tell me) 

“both of us are going, but not to work, hurrah! 

we could check the water level of the sea of galilee 

or make a run for chocolate-milk 

down in yotvata” 


there's a little song playing as the day begins 

bright and clear 

any minute now the news 

god i hope today we'll hear 

good morning, good morning 


let's take the dusty 'charade' 

our heartache and longing still stuck on her glass 

we can take it slowly, for history's before us 

what good would it do us to speed by the past? 


there's a little song playing as the day begins 

bright and clear 

any minute now the news 

god i hope today we'll hear 

good morning, good morning, yeah! 


good morning!