[~ denotes male singer]
~I shut off the heat, I put out the cat
~I did everything like you said
My darling, you see, there's no doubt of that
Now will you go to bed?

~Say, honey?
I'm trying to sleep
~You know what?
I'm sure it'll keep
~They're talking of raising the taxes
You're getting off cheap
~But my profits are small
I know
~Politicians are all
I know, go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~OK
Oh baby?
~What is it, my dear?
You're snoring
~Put stuff in your ear!
My mother is thinking of travelling
~Make sure she goes west
But our home's in the east
~I know
I just think you're a beast
~I know, go to sleep
But my dear
~Go to sleep
But my dear
~Go to sleep

~I ran into your girlfriend, Kitty, she's pretty
How d'ya tell?
~I asked her to bring George to dinner, he's thinner
Now ain't that swell
~Oh, sweetheart?
Where's something to throw?
~I love you
Now that's nice to know
~I'm glad that it's you that I married
I'm warning you, Joe!
~Our two daughters are grand
I know
~But that ain't what we planned
Now Joe, go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep

How d'ya like him!
Keeps me awake and now he goes to sleep!

They've got a sale on fur in town, now
Don't frown now
~I'm not sore
They give you eighteen months to pay, dear
OK dear?
~Order four!

Oh, poochie?
~All right, I give in
I love you
~I give up, you win
I'm glad that it's you that I married
~Stop tickling my chin
You can go back to sleep
~Oh, no
You were right, it can keep
~Oh, no
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep
~But my dear
Go to sleep

[Both] Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep

Writer : CAHN, SAMMY / SPIELMAN, FRED
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.