You sleep beside me.
But in dreams, I go alone.
We wake together.
We wake together,
smiling as the dogs tumble
and dive against us.
And dive against us.
Those damn mosquitos again.
Who left the screen up?
Who left the screen up?
Who broke the crystal glasses?
Who let the dogs out?
Who let the dogs out?
They're out digging up the yard-
Looking for lost bones.
Looking for lost bones,
The zombies roam the graveyard,
Murmuring softly.
Murmuring softly
The birds are awakening
Singing in the dawn.
Singing in the dawn
I like to hear Bob Dylan
And Dylan Thomas
And Dylan Thomas
Yes! Fern Hill, so beautiful
How I picture Wales.
And Dylan Thomas.
A drunken old sot he was,
owing everybody.
Owing everybody-
But oh, what he gave us all.
Visions of poet.
Visions of poet,
Weeping in his pot of beer
Then throwing it up.
Owing everybody
The butcher the baker and
Candlestick maker
Then throwing it up-
The candlestick maker missed-
His hair caught on fire!
His hair cought on fire!
Spontaneous combustion?
Or the witch's spell
Or the witch's spell
That I fell under when young
And doomed I was then!
And doomed I was then
to live among the witches-
their potions and spells.
their potions and spells,
gypsy amulets, would they
grant you any wish?
Grant you any wish?
Tell me then, the dish you most
desire, with oysters....
Desire, with oysters?
Aphrodisiac, be damned.
Way too slimy - yuck!
