The Snoring Blues

[Verse] When the moonlight spills on our quilted bed, You start rumblin', darling, from your sleepy head, It's a serenade, but not the kind I choose, Your midnight melodies, they give me the blues. [Verse 2] We used to dance to Coltrane every night, Now it's a chorus of snores, oh what a plight, Each breath you take’s a trumpet-like news, Baby, your snoring’s giving me the blues. [Chorus] Oh, baby, Can’t you hush that serenade? My dreams, they flee your sweet parade, Your snorin’, darling, wears down my shoes, Gotta say, I’ve got the snoring blues. [Verse 3] You croon loud enough to wake the stars, I toss and turn, counting sleepy memoirs, Every slumbering note, a tune I refuse, Your sleepy symphony, it’s giving me the blues. [Bridge] I’ll hold you tight, even though you’ll hum, A lullaby of love, but sweetly dumb, In the quiet hours, you play those boozy cues, Babe, your snoring’s giving me the blues. [Chorus] Oh, baby, Can’t you hush that serenade? My dreams, they flee your sweet parade, Your snorin’, darling, wears down my shoes, Gotta say, I’ve got the snoring blues.