I get up every morning to the alarm clock swarming and try to shake off my stiffy.

The story:

I was driving along in the car one day and allowing my mind to wander. The radio was on, but I was only aware of it on a sunconscious level. That dreaded BTO song came on, and being too insensate to switch the station, I found myself believing that the lyric of the song was in fact about morning wood. In my almost meditative state it seemed a logical conclusion that Bachman and/or Turner, having discovered the state of things down below would then proceed to 'take care of business' every day, every way. If those were the actual lyrics it would be a much more interesting song , I think -- but I'd really prefer not to think about it, if you catch my meaning (shudder).