There’s a mouse in my bed.
I touch its tiny head.
There’s a fox outside my window,
Although right down the boulevard spins a tornado.
I can’t keep it all straight.
Straight straight straight.
I can’t keep it all,
I can’t keep it all straight.
My sabbath ought to be open air.
The mouse put me here, the fox put me here.
My sabbath ought to be crystal clear
That tornado put me here.
My sabbath!
My sabbath, my sabbath,
Won’t you be my sabbath?