Three Quarts of Midnight

I've got sugar free wings.

They're making heart beats,

And it goes bump,

ba dump,

ba dump,

ba dump.

And I have smoke rings

Leave trails behind me

As I go puff,

a puff,

a puffing along.

But my friend, she's calling

Wants to know when I'm free

I don't know,

I don't,

I don't,

I don't.

Maybe another time

In another design

My friend, I apologize

But right now I've fallen behind

It's these answers I need

Tomorrow morning perhaps?

If I wake up intact

After the dreams I will have

In which my wings do detach

And then I fall to the ground

And I go bump,

ba dump,

ba dump,

ba dump.