And papa's got a brand new bag of gold
You're mine tonight, son
You're mine tonight, son
When I close my eyes
I can make you sorry when I want
You're mine tonight, son
Tonight
You're mine tonight, son
I close my eyes
Feeling weak or feeling lucky, son
When I close my eyes
I'll dream of ways to keep you occupied
But more than I can do to stay awake
So right
Carry out your sentence in my head
Tonight I can lock you up we'll call it classified
So I can lock you up we'll keep it classified
So I can dream of ways to keep you occupied
So I can dream of ways to keep you occupied
Brother, I've got more than you can take
Who's got milk? The baby's crying
Alright
So I can lock you up we'll call it classified
So I can lock you up we'll keep it classified
Alright
I'll dream of ways to keep you occupied
Shut 'em up, get 'em flying
Alright
All I have to do is go to bed
Find some other house for you to haunt
I close my eyes
Alright
Hide and seek, yellow ducky
When I close my eyes
Little kiddies bought and sold
