Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You're flying old man, oh yeah
Yeah, man that's the ****
It's the Alfie ****

You know man
You should be digging it right now
This is what you're experiencing, man
The Alfie sound, oh my god

It surely can't be not that time
Well I'll just ruin my kind
I hid the sunlight up my sleeve
Like an 'International [unverified] A' thief

I curse the daylight it strains my eyes
As they pull down at the sides
Do fingers that run the bone ever get a holiday?
Don't think so
(Down at the sides)

Sweet dreamers behave
And save wonders for another day
That's just bones

Come on lazy, move yourself
You won't move anyone else
And what compares to slumber's dreams?
You're just a day that's payed at the seams

The morning paper, stings with grief
Well, I'll just stay under my sheets
Do fingers that run the bone ever get a holiday?
Don't think so
(Under the sheets)

Sweet dreamers behave
And save wonders for another day
That's just bones