Take care when you close your eyes,
That a dream might come!
A dream, that will make you!
Scream for help, scream for help,
Scream for help!
Take care when you close your eyes,
That a dream might come!
A dream, that will make you!
Scream for help, scream for help,
Scream for help!
Help!
Horses standing at the foot of my bed,
One that's got a jockey!
A flag is raised, the race is on!
Wake up, they're nearly on you!
Whoo!
The local hall is packed full,
Of teenies and some rockers!
There's bottles flying at the stage,
Oh no! I'm not going on there!
No!
A man points a stick at a board,
And then it's on your fingers!
It doesn't hurt, it doesn't make sense,
There's a pillow at your head!
The music shop is on your neck,
Demanding all the money!
But you are crying, the Pope is dead,
The night smoke is not coming!
Oh no!
Here we are,
Take care when you close your eyes,
That a dream might come!
A dream, that will make you!
Scream for help, hey!
Scream for help,
Scream for help!
Help!
The ghost of Fred is eating my hand,
The miss is sitting quiet!
And then she comes and kicks that hand,
And wags her tail, goodmorning!
Goodmorning.
Places, n' faces, and hairline traces,
Things you long forgotten!
Are remembered in dreams that lie,
Hidden in your minds eye!
Oh no!
No! no, no, no!
No! No!
Noooo!!
