I woke up this morning,
Sleepiness was gone.
But I want to snooze during the day.
So I went and I got some medicine strong.
I closed my eyes, and I slipped away.

That Morpheus feeling--
How I long for a diurnal soirée
(More I want sleeping)
And to be dreaming
(Snoring while dreaming).
Don't need maryjane--it's so passé,
Don't need maryjane to make night of day.

I'm gonna sleep till the cows come home.
The bed is made, and I go night-night.
Then REM calls; my thoughts wander, roam.
My mind clear as mud; my cognition slight.

That Morpheus feeling--
Don't need a bong for diurnal soirée
(More I want sleeping).
Soon I am dreaming
(Nor am I creaming).
Don't need maryjane--it's so passé,
Don't need maryjane to make night of day.

I get tired from drinkin' cold. . .
With icy brew, I can't forget the day,
Can't dream from what's swirled. . .pumped down the throat.
I poke my thigh and I slip away,
I slip away.
My hip is frayed.

Oh, morphine's appealing;
It gives me a long diurnal soirée
(Morphine's appealing).
Soon I am dreaming
(Morphine is teeming),
Don't need maryjane--it's so passé
A bleeding mangled vein makes night of day.