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Actually Enter Sandman from Metallica would be perfect.

Say your prayers little one
Don't forget my son
To include everyone

I tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
'Til the sandman he comes

Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight

Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land

Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of Snow White

Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon's fire
And of things that will bite, yeah

Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight

Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land

Now I lay me down to sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the lord my soul to keep
Pray the lord my soul to keep

If I die before I wake
If I die before I wake
Pray the lord my soul to take
Pray the lord my soul to take

Hush little baby don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beasts under your bed
In your closet in your head

Exit light
Enter night
Grain of sand

Exit light
Enter night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land

Boo! Yeah yeah!

We're off to never-never land
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land
Take my hand

We're off to never-never land
We're off to never-never land
We're off to never-never land


Gup
 
Since I had a hand in naming this thread the "Geezer Meter" I thought I would offer an original ditty:

"Geezer's Guile"*

*Sung to the tune of that icon of American songwriting: Gilligan's Island

Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale,
A tale that'll make you sick.

It started in the addled brains,
Of Geezers in a snit.

They had too many boats and cars,
Big houses and ex-wives.
They figured how to pay the bills,
By screwing junior guys.
By screwing junior guys.

The business started getting tough,
the pensions bit the dust.

Go crying to the Congress,
The Geezers said "We must!"
The Geezers said "We must!"

Now the job's a drag,
No fun at all,
Always a $hitpile,
With Fossil Dudes,
SWAPA too,
Senators, and their lies.

The Congressmen,
The Decider and
Prater Man,
Be-cause of Gee-zer's Guile...



Okay, I was on the crowd-killer all day yesterday and had time on my hands.
 

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