(W. A. Ramsey)Last night you know I couldn't sleep,I was tossing, turning, and counting sheep,To tell the truth,The next thing I knewI woke up on the outside,In the middle of the avenue.A policeman spied me in traffic there,In my t-shirt and my underwear,He said "Son, SonIt sure don't look good,The way you've been calling for your baby,All over the neighborhood."It seems I was sleepwalking,Again last night,The way I was sweet talking,It must have caused a terrible fight,Last night when I was sleepwalking.Someone saw me at a doughnut shop,I was sitting, crying on a tabletop,It was not a pretty sight.I was out of control,The way that I was carrying on,About my sweet jelly roll.I said, "officer please,My baby's got me down on my knees,Lying in bed,Late at night,Sometimes I just go out of my head,At night,And I go out sleepwalking."Later on down at the jail cellI was hoping things would turn out well,Because I don't recallThat masquerade ball,And I sure don't remember nothin' y'allAbout that blown up rubber doll.So lately I've stopped going anywhere,And I've taken to sleeping with a teddy bear,It's a very full and richImaginary life,And it's sure enough better than dreaming y'all,About any imaginary wife.