When everybody’s tryin’ to sleep
I’m somewhere making my, midnight creep
Yes in the morning, when the rooster crow
Something tell me, I got to go
I am, a back door man
I am, a back door man
Well the, men don’t know, but little girls understand
Golden slumbers fill your eyes,
Smiles await you when you rise,
Sleep pretty darling; do not cry–
And I will sing a lullaby.
I’ve just closed my eyes again
Climbed aboard the dream weaver train
Driver take away my worries of today
And leave tomorrow behind
Tomorrow, tomorrow,
I love you tomorrow,
You’re only a day way…
What a day for a daydream.
What a day for a daydreamin’ boy.
And I’m lost in a daydream,
Dreamin’ ‘bout my bundle of joy.
She was a day tripper
Sunday driver, yeah
It took me so long to find out
And I found out
Cause if love won’t fly on its own free will,
I’m gonna catch that outbound plane…
So kiss me and smile for me,
Tell me that you’ll wait for me,
Hold me like you’ll never let me go.
‘Cause I’m leavin’ on a jet plane,
Don’t know when I’ll be back again,
Oh babe, I hate to go.
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby, just wrote me a letter
Oh, oh big ol’ jet airliner
Don’t carry me too far away
Oh, oh big ol’ jet airliner
'Cause it’s here that I’ve got to stay
Got on board a westbound seven forty-seven
Didn’t think before deciding what to do
Oh, that talk of opportunities, TV breaks and movies
Rang true, sure rang true
L.A. is a great big freeway
Put a hundred down and buy a car
In a week, maybe two, they’ll make you a star
Weeks turn into years. How quick they pass
And all the stars that never were
Are parking cars and pumping gas
Ha, ha, haaaaa
Pump it
Ha, ha, haaaaa
And pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Pump it (louder)
Turn up the radio
Blast your stereo, right
Ha, ha, ha
Don’t want to be a bum
You better chew gum
The pump don’t work
'Cause the vandals took the handles
The moment had come
I swallowed my gum
We knew there’d be blood on the sand pretty soon
The crowd held its breath
Hoping that death
Would brighten an otherwise dull afternoon
Sandcastles in the sand (Sandcastles in the sand)
Thought I could fly when you held my hand (Thought I could fly)
Eternity turns to black and white
It was the greatest week and a half of my life
Monday which was never good anyway,
Tuesday’s just a little bit sideways,
Wednesday, I feel better just for spite…
Thursday takes too long.
Friday, Saturday’s gone,
Sunday’s here and you can bet that I’m alright…
They call it stormy Monday,
But Tuesday’s just as bad.
Lord, and Wednesday’s worse,
And Thursday’s all so bad.
Tonight I’ll spend my bread, tonight
I’ll lose my head, tonight
I’ve got to get to night
Monday I’ll have Friday on my mind
Monday, Monday, so good to me,
Monday morning it was all I hoped it would be,
But Monday morning, Monday morning couldn’t guarantee…
That Monday evening you’d still be here with me…