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.