Nation McKinley: nI feel the heat from your skinnAnd the stubble on your chinnYou're no goodnnCosmo McKinley: nYou're no goodn nnNation McKinley: nYou've got dirt on your handsnAnd everybody understandsnYou're no goodn nnCosmo McKinley: nMmmm...you're no goodnnNation McKinley: nOh, what a joken nnCosmo McKinley: nWhat a joken nnNation McKinley: nYou feel like chokingnYou play for broken nnCosmo McKinley:nYou play for broken nnNation McKinley: nHe'll leave you smokingnnnCosmo McKinley: nOh, romance is not a children's gamennnNation McKinley: nBut you keep going backnIt's driving you insanen nnJanet Majors: nDrift into the Treacle deepnSlip into its silent depthsn(Go to sleep)nWith your everything akimbonFloat into the sandman's limbon nnNurse Ansalong: nNight nightnnnRest Home Ricky: nNight nightnnNurse Ansalong: nIt's time for bye-byesnIt's been a great day, thanks a heapnNow it's time for everyone to go to sleepnn nnStudio Audience: nNight nightnIt's time for bye-byesnIt's been a great day, thanks a heapnNow it's time for everyone to go to sleep