Early in the morning
Hear the razor roar
The silver's in the stubble
And it wasn't there before.

For the leaves are getting greener
And spring is on the way
And girls are getting prettier
And younger every day.

Summer's in the meadow,
Winter's in the wood;
Oh, fare thee well you wicked world,
I'm going to be good.

For the leaves are getting greener
And spring is on the way
And girls are getting prettier
And younger every day.

Time to think of heaven,
Time to think of hell,
Time to go to church on Sunday
Hark! I hear the bell!

For the leaves are getting greener
And spring is on the way
And girls are getting prettier
And younger every day.

If any girl will have me
She'll only have to say
I'll hang my halo on a hook
Until another day.

For the leaves are getting greener
And spring is on the way
And girls are getting prettier
And younger every day.

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