Gary Golf stops all the clocks. With night nurse slippers and socks. He tries to keep his thoughts clean. By washing with Listerine. A little peck on the cheek. In dazzed pyjamas and sheets. Keep the light on I'm not tired. I want to read my Dick Francis. Dirty fraulines and nasty nazis. La la la la la la la la. There are no monsters in me (*2). Car alarms letting off steam. Gary hears them in his dreams. Panic outside is sleeping in. Just easy listening to him. Turns in his sleep and smiles to himself. There are no monsters in me. Cause Gary's out on the green. No growing pains for him. Cause Gary Golf ball eyes is not in