Lyrics

I Miss Sleep

I miss sleep, I miss sleep.
I used to get eight hours deep.
But my little kids keep my poor eyelids
Open all night. I weep,
`Coz I miss sleep.

I miss my own food, I miss my own food.
I've got to share every morsel with my brood.
They think it's great to eat off my plate.
But I think it's rude.
I miss my own food

I miss my libido. I miss my libido
I used to think it was neato.
Now I'm turned on by a well-groomed lawn
I'd never wear a speedo
I miss my libido

I miss my first name, I miss my first name.
I haven't heard it since they came.
What drives me batty, even my mom calls me Daddy.
I know I'm 50 percent to blame.
I still miss my first name

I miss being soft spoken. I miss being soft spoken.
It's hard to speak softly when all you own is broken.
You got no choice but to raise your voice
To prevent poking and provoking.
I miss being soft spoken.

I miss four letter words. I miss four letter words.
Cussing, and cursing and flipping the bird.
Oh what I'd give to utter an expletive.
Could be a noun or a verb.
I miss four letter words.

I miss talking on the phone; I miss talking on the phone.
I can't talk on the gosh darned phone whenever they're home.
It's Custer's last stand when they see a receiver in my hand
Or hear a ring or dial tone.
I miss talking on the phone.

But most of all ..

I miss sleep. I miss sleep.
I miss spooning with my wife in a pillow and blanket heap.
Since we procreated, nine months after we mated
I've counted a trillion sheep.
Oh I miss sleep.


(yawn)