i'm gonna be a mess
i'm gonna feel so hollow
i been a-shirkin' all slumber
so that freddie doesn't follow
everytime, i drop off, lately
a nightmare, i create
the beast says...
"you're mine, son, you've met a bad fate"
sometimes, i wake up
and other times, i'm screwed
and there ain't no cure for the slumbertime blues

well, my friends at school told me...
"yeah, we're also feeling funny...
and our psyches have been scarred...
since we saw him last sunday"
well, i tried to kill the jerk
but the bastard was slick
it keeps you off-guard
when you cannot sleep a lick
sometimes, i blunder
and i begin to snooze
and there ain't no cure for the slumbertime blues

i gotta get some sleep
gotta get some relaxation
i gotta face my problem
with this rude figmentation
well, i called this boogeyman...
and i said, "yo...
i'd like to take a nap
but you'd just get my goat"
sometimes, i wander...
in dreams that feel so true
and there ain't no cure for the slumbertime blues