The Reverse Midas Touch - Alfie

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

You’re flying old man, oh yeah

Yeah man that’s the shit

It’s the Alfie shit you know man

You should be digging it right now

This is what you’re experiencing man

The Alfie sound.

Oh my God

It surely can’t be not that time

Well I’ll just ruin my kind

I hid the sunlight up my sleeve

Like an 'International #A' theif

I curse the daylight it strains my eyes

As they pull down at the sides

Do fingers that run the bone

Ever get a holiday?

Don’t think so (Down at the sides)

Sweet dreamers behave and save

Wonders for another day

That’s just bones

Come on lazy, move yourself

You won’t move anyone else

And what compares to slumber’s dreams?

You’re just a day that’s frayed at the seams

The morning paper, stings with grief

Well I’ll just stay under my sheets

Do fingers that run the bone

Ever get a holiday?

Don’t think so (Under the sheets)

Sweet dreamers behave and save

Wonders for another day

That’s just bones