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