I just had to get that little giggle out, okay, um, so, one, two, three...
I know you're self-trouble since the back of the shelf
I'm locking down from a dizzy hide, oh, oh, oh, as you lay me down to rest
Put on your, put on your Sunday best, oh, oh, oh, if you feel like getting rest
Put on your, put on your Sunday best
I've tried and I've tried again, it's up to you, my friend, these broken lines won't end
I'm a freeze-dry butterfly, the color's worse than my color's not as nice
I'm locking in from the other side, oh, oh, as you lay me down to rest
Put on your, put on your Sunday best, oh, oh, oh, if you feel like getting rest
Put on your, put on your Sunday best
I sleep with the sidelight on
One hand on the telephone
And I sleep with the sidelight on
Are you coming home?
Are you coming home?
Are you coming home?
Oh, oh, oh, as you lay me down to rest
Put on your, put on your Sunday best, oh, oh, oh, if you feel like getting rest
Put on your, put on your Sunday best
I sleep with the sidelight on
