Sleeping Late

(D. & S. Morrison) Sleeping late, sleeping late Whenever I sleep late you know I can dream Some of the strangest things that you've ever seen I could never tell you the things that I do in my head Leaving nothing unsaid, sleeping late in my bed Sleeping late, sleeping late Sometimes I'm embarra*sed by devious thoughts When I'm undercover let me never get caught Crazy notions begin with that old devil grin on my face We're such a disgrace, me and my pillow-case Sleeping late, sleeping late Sleeping late, sleeping late The blissful state of sleeping late has been known to compensate And sometimes even stimulate I for one appreciate, sleeping late Ain't it great sleeping late Sleeping late, sleeping late Live and in colour, my wildest of dreams The best ones are re-runs if you know what I mean I don't believe I can wait for that clock to stop ringing in my ear It's so lovely here, I may sleep for a year Sleeping late, sleeping late Sleeping late, sleeping late..... (c)1930/1958/1963 Southern Music Publishing Co. Ltd.