Well I wake up in the morning    And I can't get out of bed   You're lying in there with me   We stay put instead   I grind the beans, squeeze the juice   And butter up the toast   That takes about an hour   Ninety minutes at the most      I like my breakfast in my bed   I could use a bite   Just pick up where you left off   On my shoulder late last night   I mean to say I'm hungry    But it's not for food   When I'm on your empty stomach   It must mean I'm in the mood      Just a couple of consumers   Every morning me and you   We keep consummating   What else is there to do?   We hardly go out any more   Mostly we stay in   All I do these days is you   Baby that's no sin      I go down for a newspaper   And to see if there's some post   I always wear my dressing gown   I don't want to boast   But I give you some good news    Every morning without fail   Then I drop that dressing gown   I give you your mail      The ruckus that we're making   It's amazing I'm afraid   We're making out all of the time   The bed never gets made   The phone rings, we don't answer it   Callers become enraged   The message on the machine   Says we're practically engaged      In bed like John and Yoko   We're giving peace a chance   All that we are saying is "where's my underpants?"   After breakfast we get antsy   Then we start to slouch   We head for the loving room   Let's do lunch on the couch   Do lunch on the couch