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Sunday Morning - 7 Verses in no particular order


It's four o'clock in the morning
And hey I'm a good looker
Making money while I can
As a high class hooker.

It's four o'clock in the morning
And I'm keeping out of sight
A burglar about his business
Skulking through the night.

It's four o'clock in the morning
I think we're losing control
Just a police office
On night patrol.

It's four o'clock in the morning
Now it's quietening down
Our ambulance has been busy
Driving in and out of town.

It's four o'clock in the morning
God I need some sleep
A night casualty doctor
I'm so tired I could weep.

It's four o'clock in the morning
I've been out to night
Giving a parishioner
The comfort of  Last Rites.

It's four o'clock in the morning
Most folk are out of sight
Still cuddled in their beds
This half way through the night.




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