Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You're flying old man, oh yeah
Yeah man that's the shit,
It's the Alfie shit 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 #A' theif
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 frayed 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