Lyrics

I was born on a weekday
September 27, '52
And it don't seem like a long time to me
Though I'm sure it may to you

And I remember the doctor
He was a special kind of guy
He did this thing to my thing with his scalpel
My oh my - but I didn't cry

'Cause a good day's a day we don't die
A good day's a day we've still got some light in our eyes
A good day's a day when we get out of bed
And our heart still pumps some blood to our head

I remember doing time in high school
It was a sentence particularly cruel
I still don't know what crime I committed
But I got by just playing the fool - and that was cool

'Cause a good day's a day we don't die
A good day's a day we've still got some light in our eyes
A good day's a day when we get out of bed
And our heart still pumps some blood to our head

Don't you worry about that small stuff, sister
It has this way of being fine
Don't you worry about them big disasters
There's this other master, and they're all her design
And she don't mind

Because a good day's a day we don't die
A good day's a day we've still got some light in our eyes
A good day's a day when we get out of bed
And our heart still pumps some blood to our head

So this song is just to thank you
To all of you, you got me here
To this bald-pated state, where I appreciate
That fundamental truth I hold so dear

Seems so clear that a good day's a day we don't die
A good day's a day we've still got some light in our eyes
A good day's a day when we get out of bed
And our heart still pumps some blood
Yes our heart still pumps some blood
Yes our heart still pumps some blood to our head
To our head

You've got to let things go to your head

©2005, Don Bray (SOCAN)