She woke me up with the Bang Bang Lookin' over crossed eyed Had a big hunch that the world was a big lie When I got up all the blood to my head I got so dizzy fell back into my bed I went over to the wayside Lookin' for the high tide What will I find Will I find Will I find find All I saw was a man that had a hat that had a pompom He's been there for years Can someone tell me how long?
Wake up to tell me Wake up to show me what I could not find Wake up to tell me Wake up to show me what I could not
Ya see this woman woke me up at a quarter to 3:00 And I didn't know it then but she put a spell on me Said I had to go down to where the cliffs meet the sea And meet and old man to present my plea So I headed way down to that big pier To wait and confront my big fear I wheeled around behind to my blind side To find an old man with a lime and a kind eye Said "Mister, Mister, with your beard so long Won't you be a saint tell me just where I'm goin'" He pointed to a conch shell and then to the lime And said this is all I really need to get by
Wake up to tell me Wake up to show me what I could not find Wake up to tell me Wake up to show me what I could not
Hey (hey) Mister man I know ya don't know who ya think I think I am But I can safely say That I shoulda been sleepin' (been sleepin', been sleepin', been sleepin'...) The day away Hey Hey
I said exscuse me Have you got the time? He shrugged his shoulders said "Get a spine" Coconut hit me on the head jonesin' for a fig "I got booked last night...I need another fix, dig?"
Yeah Just then i see a twinkle twinkle in the old man's eye And a wave tossed bottle is thrown to the sky I cought it on the rebound and landed with a soft sound I took out the message and put the bottle down Inside was the antidote to the spell I read it to the man 'cause he couldn't read so well Said don't worry about a thing ya know your path is true Just ease your mind have a bannana or two Well goodness goodness whoa is me The man nearly flipped to learn he was free But just before we left he started kickin' it I picked up the bottle and star sixed it Kick kick shuffle shuffle back to the beach with a tune on my lips and my quest in reach That woman come to see you with her song so sweet Say "Damn let the poor sucker sleep...let him sleep"
Wake up to tell me Wake up to show me what I could not find Wake up to tell me Wake up to show me what I could not find
Compositores: Bradley Joseph Corrigan (Brad Corrigan), Charles Stokes Urmston (Chad Stokes Urmston), Peter F Heilmbold (Pete Francis) ECAD: Obra #7735910