Cavanagh at its best.
Ein Pageturner allemal
Eddie, Kate, Bloch, Harry und Lake düsen wie die Avenger-Helden durch New York.Cavanagh schlägt beim Suchen und Finden des Sandmanns wie ein listiger Feldhase einen Hacken nach dem anderen.Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream (bom, bom, bom, bom)Make him the cutest that I've ever seen (bom, bom, bom, bom)Give him two lips like roses and clover (bom, bom, bom, bom)Then tell him that his lonesome nights are overSandman, I'm so alone (bom, bom, bom, bom)Don't have nobody to call my own (bom, bom, bom, bom)Please turn on your magic beamMr. Sandman, bring me a dreamMr. Sandman, bring me a dreamMake him the cutest that I've ever seenGive him the word that I'm not a roverThen tell him that his lonesome nights are overSandman, I'm so aloneDon't have nobody to call my ownPlease turn on your magic beam (woah)Mr. Sandman, bring me a dreamMr. Sandman (yes?) bring us a dreamGive him a pair of eyes with a "come-hither" gleamGive him a lonely heart like PagliacciAnd lots of wavy hair like LiberaceMr. Sandman, someone to hold (someone to hold)Would be so peachy before we're too oldSo please turn on your magic beamMr. Sandman, bring usPlease, please, please, Mr. SandmanBring us a dreamLied von The Chordettes ¿ 1954
