Sleep’ll slide sluggish lids down (talkin’ ’bout guy’s hibernation)
Done in, slumpin’ to the ground (talkin’ not ’bout elevation)
In the day he does not roll (talkin’ ’bout the same location)
Dozy-bye sans snoring, his goal (walkin’ ain’t his avocation)

It’s the guy’s hibernation,
it’s the guy’s hibernation, wake-free.

Bye! He’s gone, faded away (talkin’ ’bout evacuation)
Can doze at night as well as in day (talkin’ high-noon hibernation)
Guy’s thought not to cause a waking sensation (guy got any respiration?)
When he’s talking, it seems like life cessation (guy could not make perspiration)

It’s the guy’s hibernation,
it’s the guy’s hibernation, wake-free.

Now that he’s faded away (talkin’ ’bout a long vacation)
Can doze alright through the whole long day (siesta non-termination)
Guy’s thought not to cause a breathing sensation (mirror to check respiration)
When he’s walking, a somnambulist’s station (got Caligarification)

It’s the guy’s hibernation,
it’s the guy’s hibernation, wake-free.

People tried to pin him down (talkin’ ’bout interrogation)
But they got the runaround (talkin’ ’bout equivocation)
Springs up to have one last role (talkin’ ’bout some validation)
Whores for guy once labeled “ahole” (talkin’ oldest occupation)

Back to guy’s hibernation;
down he’ll lie: hibernation, wake-free.