Bedtime Blues

The day is done and it's getting late
The clock on the wall reads a quarter to eight
I round up the kids to put them down for the night
But they won't lie down
They just put up a fight
I say "go to bed" but the children refuse
They're giving me a case of those bedtime blues

It's nine o'clock, it's time for bed
But all I'm getting are excuses instead
They put on their PJs and brushed their teeth
But they keep running 'round
And they won't go to sleep
They're all wound up, they don't want to snooze
It's giving me a case of those bedtime blues

Come on, kids
Have some mercy for your old dad
There's nothing under your bed
The dark ain't bad
Stop making a fuss
'Cause it's driving me mad

I look at the clock and it's half past ten
The kids start complaining all over again
I read them some stories and sing lullabies
But they're wormin' and a-squirmin'
And they won't shut their eyes
They got me workin' on a real short fuse
It's gettin' me a case o' them bedtime blues

Come on, kids
Take some pity on your old dad
There's nothing under your bed
The dark ain't bad
Stop making a fuss
'Cause it's driving me mad

The clock strikes twelve and I don't hear a sound
The kids tired out from all that running around
I tuck 'em in bed and I turn out the light
Hugs and kisses and I tell 'em good night
I played it cool and I made it through
I survived the bedtime blues
The kids are asleep
Now it's bedtime for daddy, too