Gotta get up man
Gotta get up man
Gotta get up man
Gotta get up Gotta get up Gotta Get up
Tear out the pages man
Burn the book
Turn in the script man
Don't take another look
Turn the corner man
Set the pace
Take that step man
Run your race
Assemble your players man
Build your stage
It ain't gonna be built for you anyway
The bowels of the Holy City are quaking man
Sing your song
Tell your story man
We don't have long
Gotta get up man
Gotta get up man
Gotta get up man
Gotta get up Gotta get up Gotta Get up
Somewhere at the Crossroads
Near the corner of Calhoun at King
A young man dances naked in the pelting rain
And a squeaky streetsweeper sings
A five-A.M. requiem for my bestest friend and me
In the red-green-glow-go-light of Reveille
Gotta get up man
Gotta get up man
Gotta get up man