Snoozin’ on a slumber day, past noon,
dreamin’ that I jump over the moon.

I’m held in thrall by Morpheus’s fetters;
connection with consciousness has been severed.
Ain’t gonna race to work, not me; I’m
loosened up although there is much to do.
Goofin’ off, I have screwed my work crew.

They can get along just fine without me;
I sure am enjoying my liberty.
Ditching my crappy job is such a treat…
love snoozin’ on a slumber day, past noon,
keepin’ myself happy in this room.
Snore, snore, snore, snore.

I’ll keep on spendin’ slumber days this way.
Ain’t gonna work, but I ain’t gonna play.
Now Caligari is my sobriquet.
Lyin’ there next to me—havin’ no sex with me:
Susan, also in the slumber room,
sleepin’ just like me well beyond noon.
More, snore, snore, snore.

Snoozin’, just us; not us:
spoonin’.