Nothin' causes coma

Like the song in Oklahoma!

'Bout the "Mornin'."

 

No refrain or medley

Is so deadeningly deadly

'Bout the mornin'.

 

"Ev'rything was goin'"

(Up to now) "my way"—

Why is my heartbeat slowin'?

Why am I D.O.A.?

 

True, I'm merely surly

When I'm viewin' Curly, early

In the mornin';

 

But if I were quotable,

I'd give a certain notable

A warnin':

 

"Oscar, dear, if you were here

To pay for your crimes,

I'd make you write a number of times,

 

'Nothin' causes coma

Like the song in Oklahoma!

'Bout the "Mornin'."'"

 

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What's the use of fightin'?

Oscar ain't excitin', writin'

'Bout the mornin'.

 

When he starts to rusticate,

I yawn, until I busticate

From yawnin'.

 

Hammerstein, you filthy swine,

Enough of your chin!

Wise up, because the verdict is in:

 

Nothin' causes coma

Like the song in Oklahoma!

'Bout the "Mornin'."