Ferocious Morning - Little Feat

F. Tackett, P. Barrere
I was a real live wire on a very loose wig
Not a good combination in the best of times
I had no real plans, no trouble in mind
Just a real fat wallet my modus operandi
Then I woke up - seatin' and lost
Ya know I sear that it's true
The sun was shining in my eyes
Reflectin' off a gold tooth
I said oh man... It was a ferocious morning
Well I remember the money quintessential moans
Yesterday's perfume tells me I ain't alone
Then I hear that fool's bellow pounding at the door
I had my heart in my mouth when my feet hit the floor
Taste of cotton - and gasoline
All down in my thirty two
No time for stoppin' - I gotta beat the scen
I think this window will do
I said oh man... What a ferocious morning
The heat was oppressive, ninety nine in the shade
I hit the bricks runnin', hip-hoppin' away
I needed some magic so I turned into a bar
Was the misery minute down at the happy hour
My head screamed for a cough syrup cocktail
But I settled on a deep well gin
Don't recall it all... I think it was fun
But I don't wanna go there again
Oh man... What a ferocious morning