Wake up Gracie You're stealing the covers again It's 4 in the morning December's outside creeping in Now 1000 times over I love you 1001 now it's said But if I want to sleep I've got to find you Your very own rollaway bed Now I'm a night person Come home late from playing the bars You're tossing and turning Spinning like Saturn and Mars At 8 in the morning you wake me With your coffee, your jam, and your bread You'd be less likely to burn me In your very own rollaway bed Saturday we wake up We're driving round town Trying to find the perfect bed You fall on the mattress You faint like an actress The salesmen are all turning red Move over Gracie I can't face sleeping alone Without all that tossin' It don't even feel like I'm home Now 1000 times over I love you 1002 now it's said Baby I don't mean to wake you But is there room in the rollaway bed?