Well hey hey, Mr. Grey Go away won't you lift away, come on fly away Sunshine won't you shine your golden rays this way And don't you ever ever drift away 24 hours, 7 days a week, 60 seconds in a minute and time won't let me be And I just wanna drift away Oh no there's a monsters underneath my bed now Pull my hair out thread by thread by thread now Well hey hey, wouldn't it be funny? If the sun was made of clouds and the clouds were sunny Wouldn't it be strange? Wouldn't it be odd? Then all these monsters wouldn't have to haunt Eaf rakes and snow flakes and sunny spring bloom When all the creatures sing in tune With my summertime, summertime Oh oh 24 hours, 7 days a week, 60 seconds in a minute and time won't let me be And I just wanna drift away Oh no there's a monsters underneath my bed now Pull my hair out thread by thread by thread now Monsters underneath my bed now Pull my hair out thread by thread by thread Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monsters underneath my bed now Pull the trigger Now they're dead now