YOU’RE IN MY DREAM NOW

VERSE

I WAS COUNTIN’ SHEEP WHILE YOU WERE TALKIN’ IN YOUR SLEEP
AND I COULDN’T BELIEVE MY EARS
YOU HAD ME IN A MONKEY SUIT ITALIAN SHOES
AND I EVEN CUT MY HAIR
WE WERE DINNER DANCIN’ AT THE COUNTRY CLUB
RUBBIN’ ELBOW’S WITH THE UPPIDY UPS
CHAMPAGNE AND CAVIAR HONEY YOU WENT TOO FAR
THEN SUDDENLY YOU’RE WEARIN’ JEANS AND A FADED FLANNEL SHIRT
THE WIND’S MESSIN’ YOUR HAIR IT’S NOT A NIGHTMARE BABY IT’S JUST MY TURN

CHORUS

YOU’RE IN MY DREAM NOW LAUGHIN’ OUT LOUD RIDIN’ IN MY PICK-UP TRUCK
HITTIN EVERY POTHOLE HEADIN WHERE THE BEER’S COLD AND NO ONE WEARS A TUX
WE’RE GONNA STEP AND SWING EAT BUFFALO WINGS TILL WE WAKE UP OR FALL DOWN
FORGET THE GUCCHI SHOES YOU’RE NOT IN WHO’S WHO YOU’RE IN MY DREAM NOW

VERSE

WHEN YOU ROLLED OVER PUT YOUR HEAD ON MY SHOULDER
WHAT I HEARD WASN’T PILLOW TALK
WE WERE AT THE BALLET WATCHIN’ SWAN LAKE
SITTIN’ IN OUR PRIVATE BOX
YOU WERE ALL DECKED OUT IN A FULL LENGTH FUR
I WAS LIGHTIN’ CIGARS WITH MONEY TO BURN
A TEAR CAME TO MY EYE WHEN THAT POOR SWAN DIED
THEN SUDDENLY OUR VELVET SEATS STARTED SHAKIN’ UP AND DOWN
AND THE TWO OF US IN A CLOUD OF DUST WERE ON OUR WAY TO TOWN

CHORUS

YOU’RE IN MY DREAM NOW LAUGHIN’ OUT LOUD RIDIN’ IN MY PICK-UP TRUCK
HITTIN EVERY POTHOLE HEADIN WHERE THE BEER’S COLD AND NO ONE WEARS A TUX
WE’RE GONNA STEP AND SWING EAT BUFFALO WINGS TILL WE WAKE UP OR FALL DOWN
FORGET THE GUCCHI SHOES YOU’RE NOT IN WHO’S WHO YOU’RE IN MY DREAM NOW

                                                                     WRITER…BOB DELLAPOSTA