Roll Away Bed

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?