Sleeping In

Sleeping In
(Flannery)

A fifth of something
a tumbler of gin
point your Saturday night towards
some badly needed sin
My name is Jimmy
we ain’t no kin
let’s celebrate by sleeping in

Save on breakfast and lunch
stay down till four
then a dinner date
and we’ll crawl on the floor
on our bellies like snakes
yang to my ying
well the world ain’t crooked
when you’re sleeping in

You may rise at the break of day
put on your shoes and run away
from the things that go bump in the night
fighting trim
from the stage fright

Face your fears
or sleep alone
throwing darts and the telephone
when it rains it pours
it’s the damnedest thing
you don’t gotta worry
’cause we’re sleeping in

You may rise at the break of day
put on your shoes and run away
from the things that go bump in the night
fighting trim
from the stage fright

A fifth of something
a tumbler of gin
point your Saturday night towards
some badly needed sin
My name is Jimmy
we ain’t no kin
let’s celebrate by sleeping in

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