An early morning warning sign goes screaming through my brain   My feet are on the floor before I curse the light of day   My bitter twisted plastic smile   My last line of defense   When dollar signs are in my eyes   And when dollar signs are in my head      My hair is slick    My suit don't fit   I'm knocking at your door   My eager little ballpoint pen is busy keeping score      I'd sell my grandma for a song   I'd sell you any thing   A special girft for a special friend   Rides us home for a wedding ring