Words/Music: Kantner, Slick, Crosby Last electric Sunday mornin' waitin' in the park for the dawn Listenin' to all the animals in the Park and in the city beyond Flashin' with my lady. Sky goin' black to blue She said I got a surprise for you A child is coming A child is coming A child is coming to yu What you gonna do when Uncle Samuel comes around Askin' for the young one's name And lookin' for the print of his hand for the files in their numbers game I don't want his chance for freedom to ever be that slim Let's not tell 'em about him -- It's gettin' better Like a mornin' to be born