| Song | Goodmorning Sunshine |
| Artist | Quasimoto |
| Artist | Melvin Van Peebles |
| Album | The Unseen |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Madlib, Quasimoto | |
| Hehe, Good morning Sunshine | |
| (Damn) Good morning sunshine | |
| (Yo) Good morning sunshine sunshine | |
| Good morning Sunshine-shine | |
| I ain't the cat y'all saw yesterday | |
| I mean by tomorrow I won't be anyway | |
| Whole new ballgame, (whole new day!) | |
| Bugs you, don't it? | |
| You overgrown headlight | |
| I asked you for the last time, why you so one kind? | |
| How many years a time I ask you? | |
| You just make us blue | |
| You don't look out for us the more you do | |
| Curious, curious, yellow, ain't you | |
| (Now, I ain't religion) | |
| You know I don't go for that chosen few | |
| (All right just testing you) | |
| Rain. | |
| That sure is lame | |
| You must think I stone lost my brain | |
| Rain | |
| Boy, that sure is lame | |
| Good morning sunshine | |
| I ain't the cat y'all saw yesterday | |
| I mean by tomorrow I won't be anyway | |
| Whole new ballgame, (whole new day!) | |
| Curious, ain't ya? | |
| Curious, yellow, ain't ya? | |
| My Aunt Emma | |
| She drowned in that boat on labor day | |
| She was wearing that big wide yellow hat | |
| It was all yellow and brand new | |
| The hat was green and she was too, | |
| (Everyone was there) | |
| When they found her | |
| Because she didn't come up right away | |
| Reverend Coleman said it was to punish her for her bad ways | |
| But he always talk like that anyway | |
| (It's contradicting) | |
| Trying to scare folks into his trade | |
| (Be praised) | |
| At least that's what my Uncle Leroy used to say | |
| And he was always a practical one | |
| In the family anyway | |
| (The bitch in the park has your number | |
| It's gonna hit today) | |
| Good morning, sunshine | |
| I ain't the cat you saw yesterday | |
| At least, I mean by tomorrow I won't be, anyway | |
| And the first thing I'm gonna do is send down a box load of roses | |
| And have em put on Aunt Emma's grave | |
| Next I'm gonna buy myself some shades | |
| So if I'm out today, I won't have to look at you | |
| Laaaaast time you and that district Cadillac | |
| Gonna trump on me. |
| zuo qu : Madlib, Quasimoto | |
| Hehe, Good morning Sunshine | |
| Damn Good morning sunshine | |
| Yo Good morning sunshine sunshine | |
| Good morning Sunshineshine | |
| I ain' t the cat y' all saw yesterday | |
| I mean by tomorrow I won' t be anyway | |
| Whole new ballgame, whole new day! | |
| Bugs you, don' t it? | |
| You overgrown headlight | |
| I asked you for the last time, why you so one kind? | |
| How many years a time I ask you? | |
| You just make us blue | |
| You don' t look out for us the more you do | |
| Curious, curious, yellow, ain' t you | |
| Now, I ain' t religion | |
| You know I don' t go for that chosen few | |
| All right just testing you | |
| Rain. | |
| That sure is lame | |
| You must think I stone lost my brain | |
| Rain | |
| Boy, that sure is lame | |
| Good morning sunshine | |
| I ain' t the cat y' all saw yesterday | |
| I mean by tomorrow I won' t be anyway | |
| Whole new ballgame, whole new day! | |
| Curious, ain' t ya? | |
| Curious, yellow, ain' t ya? | |
| My Aunt Emma | |
| She drowned in that boat on labor day | |
| She was wearing that big wide yellow hat | |
| It was all yellow and brand new | |
| The hat was green and she was too, | |
| Everyone was there | |
| When they found her | |
| Because she didn' t come up right away | |
| Reverend Coleman said it was to punish her for her bad ways | |
| But he always talk like that anyway | |
| It' s contradicting | |
| Trying to scare folks into his trade | |
| Be praised | |
| At least that' s what my Uncle Leroy used to say | |
| And he was always a practical one | |
| In the family anyway | |
| The bitch in the park has your number | |
| It' s gonna hit today | |
| Good morning, sunshine | |
| I ain' t the cat you saw yesterday | |
| At least, I mean by tomorrow I won' t be, anyway | |
| And the first thing I' m gonna do is send down a box load of roses | |
| And have em put on Aunt Emma' s grave | |
| Next I' m gonna buy myself some shades | |
| So if I' m out today, I won' t have to look at you | |
| Laaaaast time you and that district Cadillac | |
| Gonna trump on me. |
| zuò qǔ : Madlib, Quasimoto | |
| Hehe, Good morning Sunshine | |
| Damn Good morning sunshine | |
| Yo Good morning sunshine sunshine | |
| Good morning Sunshineshine | |
| I ain' t the cat y' all saw yesterday | |
| I mean by tomorrow I won' t be anyway | |
| Whole new ballgame, whole new day! | |
| Bugs you, don' t it? | |
| You overgrown headlight | |
| I asked you for the last time, why you so one kind? | |
| How many years a time I ask you? | |
| You just make us blue | |
| You don' t look out for us the more you do | |
| Curious, curious, yellow, ain' t you | |
| Now, I ain' t religion | |
| You know I don' t go for that chosen few | |
| All right just testing you | |
| Rain. | |
| That sure is lame | |
| You must think I stone lost my brain | |
| Rain | |
| Boy, that sure is lame | |
| Good morning sunshine | |
| I ain' t the cat y' all saw yesterday | |
| I mean by tomorrow I won' t be anyway | |
| Whole new ballgame, whole new day! | |
| Curious, ain' t ya? | |
| Curious, yellow, ain' t ya? | |
| My Aunt Emma | |
| She drowned in that boat on labor day | |
| She was wearing that big wide yellow hat | |
| It was all yellow and brand new | |
| The hat was green and she was too, | |
| Everyone was there | |
| When they found her | |
| Because she didn' t come up right away | |
| Reverend Coleman said it was to punish her for her bad ways | |
| But he always talk like that anyway | |
| It' s contradicting | |
| Trying to scare folks into his trade | |
| Be praised | |
| At least that' s what my Uncle Leroy used to say | |
| And he was always a practical one | |
| In the family anyway | |
| The bitch in the park has your number | |
| It' s gonna hit today | |
| Good morning, sunshine | |
| I ain' t the cat you saw yesterday | |
| At least, I mean by tomorrow I won' t be, anyway | |
| And the first thing I' m gonna do is send down a box load of roses | |
| And have em put on Aunt Emma' s grave | |
| Next I' m gonna buy myself some shades | |
| So if I' m out today, I won' t have to look at you | |
| Laaaaast time you and that district Cadillac | |
| Gonna trump on me. |