Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him two lips like roses in clover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Make him the cutest that I've ever seen
Give him the word that I'm not a rover
Then tell him that his lonesome nights are over
Don't have nobody to call my own
Please turn on your magic beam
Give him a pair of eyes with a congeal of gleam
Give him a lonely heart like Pagliacci
And lots of wavy hair like Liberace
Mister Sandman, someone to hold
Would be so peachy before we're too old
So please turn on your magic beam
Mister Sandman, bring us a dream
