Uh, okay, we're going to do a new song then

It's about a man named, uh

Morgan Davis, Morgan

Morgan left the house to get some Cream of Wheat

And came back with a little bit more

All right, this features Joe DeLorenza His wife is tired, she wants to sleep

But all that Morgan Davis wants is Cream of Wheat

He waits and when she turns out the lights

He tip-toes through the darkness

As he slips to the night This boring life and he leads of buying and selling stocks

Makes him feel he's growing old and tired

There's no joy or strife just by passing time

In this boring life He wants the lights, the Jaz, a piece of ass

A toothless bitch to blow him for a vile of crack

He cooks his junk in some Gatorade

And scores a bag of chronic on the East MLK The secret life and he leads it

By selling drugs keeps him up at night

He's selling hash, screwing trailer trash

Hey, he's making cash, it's a whoring life My friends are all salesman, my wife is a slut

There must be something bigger I can stick in my butt

The IRS is auditing, my life is in a rut And so he's fired his heat, he's blown his blow

It's coming up on sunrise and it's time to go

He smells like barf, his hair's a mess

He wipes the coke and lipstick off his fat, hairy, chest He stumbles home from a 'Lesie' show

He will be at work in an hour or so

He crawls in bed with his sleeping wife

Just a night to break up his boring life