chairman, big bo peep & the department of sleep
Well I went to see the chairman of the department of sleep.
He was sleepin' on the wall to wall rug of the department's keep.
An' starin' at his tart,
Both of us starin' at big Bo Peep.
We couldn't take our eyes off o' big Bo Peep.
No I couldn't take my eyes off o' big Bo Peep.
I swear I shoulda kept 'em on that herd o' sheep.
Chairman he jabs ya, sez, "Bye, bye, baby".
Peep, she stabs ya, she's her own lady.
Bo Peep, she shimmies so easy into the coquette,
Sez "I'll take way more than you can gimmie,
But I ain't nobody's whore, so relinquish all bets.
I'll pluck your soul with my molars, shove ya in the pit o' debt.
Shop in hair rollers, turn politics t' cold sweat.
I swear in the department, department of sleep
No sense to even care.
There's nothing you can keep.
Chairman of the department, department of sleep.
Got an ace straight outa hell, goes by the name o' Big Bo Peep.
She drives a Robert Ford over the back of Thomas Howard.
She can act, dear Lord, like every good coward.
I swear she can act, dear Lord, like every good coward.
Best get an alias, maybe Brunk Howard.
Department of sleep, department of sleep,
They're dropping like flies in the department of sleep.
Best to keep one eye open for to count all those sheep
If you ever intend to reach the land of sleep.
Department of sleep, department of sleep,
I swear you could die forever in the department of sleep.