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John Healy

"The Dollar Alarm Clock" (karaoke)

"The Dollar Alarm Clock" (sheet music)


How dear to my heart are those chimes in the morning
That yank me from my bed with melodious thrill;
How sweet is the sound of the regular warning
That yells that it's time that I hiked to the mill.
Without it I'd sleep till the sun had arisen,
Be late to the job that my boss let's me use;
Get canned, perhaps steal, maybe land in a prison,
If the chimes didn't hustle me out of my snooze.

The faithful alarm clock,
The rattling alarm clock,
The dollar alarm clock
That rests on my shelf.

What a blessing it was when the thing was invented;
It beats the slave-driver who came with a stick;
It rests on the shelf in the shack that I rented;
It never gets hungry; it never gets sick.
If overly weary I take a tin bucket
And place the alarm clock down into the thing,
When it chimes in the morning, it doubles the racket:
It would wake up the dead when two of them ring.

The faithful alarm clock,
The rattling alarm clock,
The dollar alarm clock
That rests on my shelf.

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