[Originally performed by The Chordettes]

Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.
Make her the cutest that I've ever seen.
Give her two lips like roses of clover.
Then tell her that her lonesome nights are over.

Sandman, I'm so alone.
Don't have nobody to call my own.
Please turn on your magic beam.
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.

Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.
Make her the cutest that I've ever seen.
Give her the word that I'm not a roamer.
Then tell her that her lonesome nights are over.

Sandman, I'm so alone.
Don't have nobody to call my own.
Please turn on your magic beam.
Mister Sandman, bring me a dream.

Mister Sandman, bring us a dream.
Give her a pair of eyes with a congeal of gleam.
Give her a lonely heart like Harlehatschi.
And not so wavy hair like Liberatchi.

Mister Sandman, someone to hold.
Would be so peachy before we're to old.
So please turn on your magic beam.
Mister Sandman, bring us,
Please, please, please,
Mister Sandman, bring us a dream.
Yeah...