Lyrics
The morning paper is on its way
And it's all bad news on every page
So I roll right over
And go to sleep
The evening sun will be so sweet
I roll right over
And I have this thing
The red apple falls
The morning paper is on its way
And it's all bad news on every page
So I roll right over
And go to sleep
The evening sun will be so sweet
I roll right over
And I have this thing
The red apple falls