Lyrics
As the clock struck twelve that fateful
Night in the town of Boston, Mass
Our forefathers were sound asleep, of course
From beneath their windows came a noise that almost broke the glass
It was a wild-eyed horseman on a breathless horse
So our forefathers called out, "Who goes here?"
And the horseman answered, "Paul Revere"
So our forefathers climbed out of bed
And they went to the window and said
"Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Please don't make all that noise around here
How can we rest when from down in the street
Comes the clomping and the stomping of your horse's big feet?
Go away or I'll call the police
And report you're disturbing the peace
Stop horsing around in the dark of the night
Tell those people at the old north church to turn out that light
Whatever you're trying to say, it'll keep
Go to sleep, Paul Revere, go to sleep
Are you planning to stay until dawn?
Won't you please get that horse off my lawn?
You're drunk and disorderly, feeling your oats
Tell those strangers behind you to take off those silly red coats
Why you're carrying on like the British are here
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
Go to sleep, go to sleep, Paul Revere
The king will hear of this!"
