Overloaded my bag
Fagged my frog on the way back home
Eye contacted a doll fell three times (in love)
Like a hinny in the Quicksand Valley
The Quicksand Valley

Obtruded myself upon the sleep
Of a howlin' wolf's coach
Appropriated half of his dreams

His dreams
I wanna have them dreams
I gotta sell them dreams
I wanna hold them

Overloaded my bag
Fetched a sigh as the rain stopped
Feeded the lake of tears
Upon the coach's howlin' wolf
(The cryish cup was drawn out)

But I've got my dreams
I wanna have them dreams
I gotta sell them dreams
I wanna hold them dreams
I wanna hold them