arr: traditional

I

Sing Hey Nonny

What the Hell

with a

nonny nonny hey

I’m not so tired

that I could sleep

Don’t wanna hit the hay

Oh my brain is packed

with all the crap

from a 16-hour day

Sing Hey nonny nonny ho

and

hey nonny hey

II

Sing Hey Nonny

What the Hell

with a

nonny nonny hee

I wish it was the weekend

so I could lazy be

and stay up late

and tempt my fate

and eat enough for three

Sing Hey nonny nonny ho

and

hey nonny hee

III

Sing Hey Nonny

What the Hell

with a

nonny nonny ho

My youth is past

I’m old and fat and

really rather slow

a reformed lush

my brain is mush

so off to bed I go

Sing Hey nonny nonny ho

and

hey nonny hee

IV

So Hey Nonny

What the Hell

and neener neener nell

I’m off to dream

Some more sweet scenes

Of whom I’ll never tell

and when my clock

sounds wake up time

with a slow

and clumsy

knell

I’ll off to work with a

Nonny hey and a Nonny

What the Hell

3 Thoughts.

  1. Nope, I’m not tired either…it’s 12:48am and I’m exhausted and wide awake. Quite the paradox. Instead, as I read your post, I’m having visions of emma thompson and kate beckinsale in my head singing:

    Sigh no more ladies, sigh no more,
    Men were deceivers ever,
    One foot in sea and one on shore,
    To one thing constant never.

    Then sigh not so, but let them go,
    And be you blithe and bonny,
    Converting all your sounds of woe
    Into hey nonny, nonny, nonny.

  2. I hardly think that a night with me and a pan of lasagna is tempting fate, unless you have acute coronary disease, then yes. Although I will tell you who I had a sexy dream about last night if you tell me yours…

    and I’m feelling only slightly inadequate for not forming this into a clever lyric or a bit of poetry. damn.

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