I think I ought to go to bed

It's getting dark inside my head

I've been working nowall night long

Trying to find that impossible song.

I think I ought to go to bedand call it a day.



I've got my poet's license

SoI'm sending you this poesy;

Butdon'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 nowall night long

Trying to chase that impossible song

I think I ought to go to bedand call it a day.



I've got my poet's license

SoI'm sending you this poesy;

Butdon'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 bedand call it a day.