The Dream

Good Night, Good Night
Good Night, Good Night
Good Night, Good Night
Good Night, Good Night
In the presence of myself
I see a gathering of people
To hear the music playing
Seated on velvet and looking
I’m aware of one child, she’s turning me on
I notice nothing else
But she’s gazing… at… me
I can just see her
There she is
There’s no one with her
Walkin' through the dark
To a very… quiet… table with a glass
I can just see her face
Her eyes they sparkle like the drink she’s sipping
Her lips look sweet like the colour of her crochet dress
Oh, I want to know
Don’t fight for her, don’t frighten her… oh
Hey you, what about that bread you owe me?
Hey you? You’ve gotta (???)
What will she think of me now?
Why does he want to bother me tonight?
Just my luck, what shall I do?
I’ll teach him a lesson in front of those people…
I’m gonna walk right over to him
And put him on the floor
Walk right over to him
And put him on the floor…
No, wait a minute!
He’s a big, big, big, big, big, big, big, big man!
To hell with his size
The whites of his eyes!
As I go to hit him
He draws his gun on me…
(I'm dreaming… I’m dreaming…)
Good Night, Good Night
Good Night, Good Night
Good Day, Good Day
Good Day, Good Day