I think I ought to go to bed
It's getting dark inside my head
I've been working now, all night long,
Trying to find that impossible song.
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.
I've got my poet's license
So, I'm sending you this poesy;
But, don't expect no string quartet,
Or anything so cosy,
I'm so tired
Think I ought to go to bed;
I'm so tired
I'm losing contact with my head;
I'm so tired
I've been working now, all night long,
Trying to chase that impossible song
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.
I've got my poet's license
So, I'm sending you this poesy;
But, don't expect no string quartet,
Or anything so cosy,
I'm so tired
Think I ought to go to bed;
I'm so tired
I'm losing contact with my head;
I'm so tired
I've been up here all night long,
Trying to find that impossible song
I think I ought to go to bed, and call it a day.
| 1 | May I? |
| 2 | Stranger In Blue Suede Shoes |
| 3 | Decadence |
| 4 | Town Feeling |
| 5 | Don't Let It Get You Down |
| 6 | Girl On A Swing |
| 7 | Rheinhardt & Geraldine |
| 8 | The Clarietta Rag |
| 9 | Oh Wot A Dream |
| 10 | Song For Insane Times |