Bedtime Blues -

The day is done and it’s getting late

The clock on the wall reads a quarter to eight

I round up the kids to put them down for the night

But they won’t lie down

They just put up a fight

I say «go to bed» but the children refuse

They’re giving me a case of those bedtime blues

It’s nine o’clock, it’s time for bed

But all I’m getting are excuses instead

They put on their PJs and brushed their teeth

But they keep running 'round

And they won’t go to sleep

They’re all wound up, they don’t want to snooze

It’s giving me a case of those bedtime blues

Come on, kids

Have some mercy for your old dad

There’s nothing under your bed

The dark ain’t bad

Stop making a fuss

'Cause it’s driving me mad

I look at the clock and it’s half past ten

The kids start complaining all over again

I read them some stories and sing lullabies

But they’re wormin' and a-squirmin'

And they won’t shut their eyes

They got me workin' on a real short fuse

It’s gettin' me a case o' them bedtime blues

Come on, kids

Take some pity on your old dad

There’s nothing under your bed

The dark ain’t bad

Stop making a fuss

'Cause it’s driving me mad

The clock strikes twelve and I don’t hear a sound

The kids tired out from all that running around

I tuck 'em in bed and I turn out the light

Hugs and kisses and I tell 'em good night

I played it cool and I made it through

I survived the bedtime blues

The kids are asleep

Now it’s bedtime for daddy, too