Giddy-up old boy it's time to go    Vous les vous savoir the love below    Brother, I've got more than you can take    But more than I can do to stay awake       I close my eyes   So I    Can dream of ways to keep you occupied    So I    Can lock you up we'll keep it classified    Alright    You're mine tonight, son    When I close my eyes       I can make you sorry when I want    Find some other house for you to haunt    Carry out your sentence in my head    All I have to do is go to bed       I close my eyes    So I    Can dream of ways to keep you occupied    So I    Can lock you up we'll keep it classified    So right    You're mine tonight son, when I close my eyes       Hide and seek, yellow ducky    Feeling weak? or feeling lucky son?       Who's got milk? the baby's crying    Shut 'em up, get 'em flying    Little kiddies bought and sold    And papa's got a brand new bag of gold