Bye bye baby time to hit the road to dreamland
You're my baby dig you in the land of nod
Hold tight baby we'll be swinging up in dreamland
All night baby where the little cherubs trot

Look at that knocked out moon
You been a-blowing his top in the blue
Never saw the likes of you
What an angel

Bye bye baby time to hit the road to dreamland
Don't cry baby it was divine but the rooster has finally crowed
Time to hit the road

[Verse]
DICK POWELL: Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle
  Goes the star
MARY MARTIN: Twinkle, twinkle, twinkle, twinkle
  There you are.
  Time for all good children
  To hit the hay.
  Cook-a-doodle, doodle, doodle,
  Soon will be another day.
DP: We should be on our way!
MM: [yawns] Pardon me.
DP: [yawns] Me, too. Waiter, two more, please.

[Refrain]
MM: Bye-bye, baby
  Time to hit the road to Dreamland.
  You're my baby,
  Dig you in the Land of Nod.
DP: Hold tight, baby,
  Well be swinging up in Dreamland.
  All night, baby
  Where the little cherubs trod.
MM: Look at that knocked-moon,
  Been a blowin' his top in the blue.
DP: Never saw the likes of you!
MM: What an angel!
  Bye-bye, baby,
  Time to hit the road to Dreamland,
  Don't cry, baby,
  It was divine.
DP: But the rooster has fin'lly crowed,
BOTH: Time to hit the road.
DP: Bye-bye, baby,
  Time to hit the road to dreamland,
  [spoken] Waiter, could I have a little more water, please?
MM: [sung] Hold tight, baby—
  We'll be swinging up in Dreamland!
  [spoken] Waiter, could I have a spoon, please?

GOLDEN GATE QUARTET:
Pardon me, ma'am,
And pardon me, sir,
This is not a job that we prefer.
But it's strictly the railroad regulation
That we close this car before we reach the station.
So, if you'll forgive our effrontery,
We'll be as brief as we can be.

Yes, yes, good children
Gettin' on,
Time to hit the road.

King Solomon once in his wisdom said,
"There's nothin' quite like a good feather bed!"
That may not be just the written word.
So don't quote me cause I only heard,
And then, I coulda misunderstood,
But if he didn't say that then hi certainly should,
'Cause in this world with it's killin' pace
A man's gotta find a good restin' place.
There's early to bed, early to rise
Makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise!

Yes, yes, good children,
Gettin' on,
Time to hit the road.

With everything electric and mechanized
If you do get nervous I ain't surprised.
But listen, good people, you can't cure ills
With capsules, tablets, and vitamin pills,
And the only thing to rest you head
Is a good night's sleep in a quilted bed.
So just resolve to be good and firm
'Cause the early bird's a-gonna catcha the worm.

Yes, yes, good children,
Gettin' on,
Time to hit the road.

Now see that moon shinin' way up there?
His chops are all beat and he ain't nowhere.
He's dyin' to get some shut-eye, too.
But he's get to stay up and light the way for you.
So be good children and treat him right
And he'll shine like a lantern tomorrow night.
It's half past two and that ain't no crime
And we hope you had a most enjoyable time.
We surely do thank you for your friendly call,
But we're forced to by law to say good night all.

Yes, yes, good children,
Gettin' on,
Time to hit the road.
MM: They say, baby,
  Time to Hit the Road to Dreamland.
DP: Okay, baby,
BOTH: Don't think that we all need a building to fall on us.
MM: Time to dim the lamp.
DP: Time to bit the ramp.
MM: Back to our abode.
BOTH: Time to hit the road.
QUARTET: Yes, yes, good children,
  Getting' on.
  It's getting time to hit the road.
  Yes, yes, good children,
  Gettin' on,
  Time to hit the road.
BASS: It's getting' on,
  Its getting' on.