Take me on a journey
into sleep. Mister Sand
man [vibrato on strong]
please turn on your magic
gleam, he sings sweetly,
just slightly off-key. But
he can’t possibly see me;
there’s nobody here. &
there’s nobody here. &
who’d care that I can’t
sleep? What if I wanted
out? When he rings, how
does he know he’s calling?
His method for squeezing
the sap out of insomnia,
my nine o’clock romantic
who puts up with such a
chubby sourpuss? He who
His method for squeezing
the sap out of insomnia,
my nine o’clock romantic
who puts up with such a
chubby sourpuss? He who
knows to ask Why cup
cakes? You can have an
entire cake! He peacefully
seduces. Reduces me
to a pitiful heap coming
at me with dream-seed
lings. They’re downed w/
an aperitif, a wished-for
liqueur, and a hackneyed
tune (a warm tomb), ’til I
am blanketed with sleep.
