Lyrics

Go shake the sleepy headed children No lie lie lumps in the bed I'll light the stove and put water in the kettle And jam and butter on the bread Wake up you sleepy headed children wake up and out of bed There's a visitor who's callin and he'll soon be gone again Well I might be a kid with a sleepy old head I don't believe it's right I never heard an old visitor Who's calling in the middle of the night Well I'm goona tell this visitor I don't think it's polite To come around here callin' when everyone's sleeping tight And mumma said stop your moanin and put somethin' on your feet This visitor is not the kind of fellow Who you could talk to walking down the street And go and tell your sister to put somethin on her feet Wrap a blanket 'round your shoulder and out the door to suite Now we've got nice real neighbours Both living on the left and right But I never thought I'd see them out standing In the yard in the middle of the night When I saw all our neighbours I got an awful fright All out in their pyjamas starin' up to the deep dark night There's the old man livin' in the corner He's sayin' "look up! Look up!" And the lady next door she's tryin' to pour Hot tea in a little tin cup She points and says, "Look up there follow my fingertip!" And I stretched and strained and squinted And I said I just give up And she said, "That thing you're trying so hard to see Don't look at it directly It'll hide from you, like an old gecko on a gumtree." Wildered my father's binoculars, help well that depends If what he saw was a visitor and a scratch upon the lens Then someone says "I see it!" And another one says, "I think I see it!" If there's a long and fiery tail, then that'll be it There's more stars out tonight a thousand times the national flag The old man's followed by the sky Might printed from a page from the local rag To the writer the Hyades to the left of the Pleiades Like fishin' for an aspirin Loose at the bottom of the bag The Hyades are a bunch of stars all shaped like the capital A And the other is a name of a videogame I always used to play I played the game Pleiades all through the 1980s Three dollars worth a twenty I'd waste the whole damn day It's strange to me how the odd can be So quiet in the light of the moon In the day we're told to not play on the road Where the cars all race downhill All up and down the daytime they race and howl And hoon and send the cats all flyin' Or else meet their old side ruin We got five cats buried in the garden and three across the road And I remember their furry little faces every time I mow The grass around the garden and the grass across the road Where we dig the bait worms wriggling To the croak of an old cane toad She said, "That thing you're trying to see don't look at it directly It will hide from you, like an old gecko on a gumtree."