chorus:
Don’t call me early in the mornin’,
Call me what you want to but leave me alone.
Don’t call me early in the mornin’,
Just leave me till the cows are comin’ home.

A man or a woman they need their relaxation
From risin’ always at the dawn
And the heart of the matter tomorrow is a Saturday
And I’ll be lyin’ on.

Sad the lad that can’t rest contented,
He has it all but must have more.
He fills himself with pills to retire with a million,
But falls asleep at sixty-four.

Fair is fair and I’ve done my share,
My nerves are gettin’ on me nerves.
If you don’t have a pillow of the white swan’s feather,
I’ll do with a corner for my head.

Just a gentle warnin’ for tomorrow mornin’,
No big noises near my room.
Cars with no exhausts, chickens with the whoopin’ cough,
A milkman that whistles out of tune.

from

https://delayed2sleep.wordpress.com/2010/09/03/57-dont-call-me-early-in-the-mornin/