Lyrics:
the top! You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
Away, Away, Away)
(Away, Away, Away, Away, oooh-oooh, oooh-oooh)
Go to sleep
Slumber deep
Come and rest your sleepy eyes
Drift away through fleecy skies
the sleepy dawn
With nowhere to go and nothing to do
Not a care in the world its just me and you
And how far I’ll go
And how long I’ll stay
And how high
sleepy home
Drifting as I dream, but I'll wake up soon
To realize the hand of life is reaching out
To rid me of my pride, I call allegiance to myself
can sell her tape
Add an E 2 rap (What?), and it spells rape
Mmm hmm
Come on baby, wake up
I'm sleepy (Nothin' can save ya!)
Come on, let me lick
Whenever I wake to see you wake, so near you
I get kind of tired just watching you perspire
Sleepy in the corner of your eye
I've lived my life so
the top! You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
In the sleepy town of San Juanita
There's a story that a padre tells
Of a gay senor and senorita
And the serenade of the bells
Seems they asked
the sleepy little town
Where soft breezes blow
there's a lovely little Maui Miss I used to know
Someday I'll go find my way and I'll return
from over
And the catfish play on blue bayou
All those fishin' boats, with their sails a float
If I could only see
That familiar sunrise through sleepy eyes
How happy I'd be
all I'm only sleeping
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time
Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sleepy
go across the universe
If you dare
We rise and shine with our sleepy eyes
We feel the sun on our skin
And deep inside I believe that time
Will come
You're a tongue-tied talker with sleepy eyes
That always gets the last word
You're not broken
You're just tired and it shows
When you're done acting
the top! You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
I'm real, it's true, I do exist
Today you may feel a little sleepy
Maybe the morning is too soon
I guess I'll have to borrow
One of your sunny
Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in mammy's arms
When It's Sleepy Time Down South
all I'm only sleeping
Keeping an eye on the world going by my window
Taking my time
Lying there and staring at the ceiling
Waiting for a sleepy
23 degrees off kilter
Spinning with my cup of tea
Grey skies, sleepy eyes as usual
Morning paper says I'm free
Late again no time to witness
the top! You're a Brewster body.
You're the boats that glide on the sleepy Zuider Zee,
You're a Nathan Panning, You're Bishop Manning,
You're broccoli.
alone
Swimming in sleepy contemplation
The music ringing in my bones
The scenes replay now as they will
The stories flowed and fingers fell
Along
Dear Old Southland with it's dreamy songs
Takes me back there where I belong
How I'd love to be in mammy's arms
When It's Sleepy Time Down South
Train whistle blowin'
Makes a sleepy noise
Underneath the blankets
For all the girls and boys
Rockin' rollin' ridin'
Out along the bay
All
lights
Interrupting dry spell night drives
As we set fire to us breathing
Bathe in ambrosia with me
And soak in sleepy leaves
I think God has given
Another sleepy generation
Lost in a rage and seeking one to blame
You can't take this
You won't break this
Try and erase this
It's such a stressed out
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