Alfred: Goodnight... Goodnight...
I'll tuck you in, goodnight
I'll kiss your cheek
Soon you will sleep
Now close your eyes, goodnight
Bruce: Er, Alfred?
Alfred: Yes master Wayne?
Bruce: Can I have my knife?
Alfred: Your knife?
Bruce: My knife, takes lives!
It helps me to survive!
I love it so, and you must know
I'd even be inclined
To moan and groan and cry and weep
I couldn't sleep by counting sheep
To have to sleep, oh Alfred, don't make me sleep without my aged knife!
Thanks!
Alfred: Goodnight, Goodnight...
The lights are off, goodnight
I'll fluff your sheets
Soon you will sleep
Now close your eyes, goodnight
Bruce: Um, Alfred?
Alfred: Hmm?
Bruce: Can I have my other knife?
Alfred: Your... other knife?
Bruce: I baked, a cake!
But I'm not allowed to take
My aged knife, to cut a slice
So my heart would fall down flat
It would yearn and ache and then it'd break
My tears would soak the birthday cake
The earth would quake, oh Alfred, please, I'd lie awake without my palette knife!
Alfred: Goodnight... Goodnight...
It's really late, good...
Bruce: Alfio! Don't go!
I need my disc of the show!
I love it so, and you must know
The episodes won't flow
Alfred: Goodnight, goodnight
I'll tuck you up, goodnight...
Bruce: My life, my wife, my prehistoric knife
Alfred: You don't have a wife
Bruce: I love her so, and you must know
Alfred: Soon you will sleep
Now close your eyes, goodnight
Bruce: My song, my gong, my prototype ping-pong
My prototype ping-pong
Alfred: I'll tuck you in, Goodnight
Bruce: My sweets
Alfred: Goodnight... Goodnight...
Bruce: My house
Alfred: Alfred: Goodnight, Goodnight
Bruce: My shirt that's not a blouse!
Alfred: I'll kiss your cheek
Bruce: My auction bid
Alfred: Soon you will sleep
Bruce: My purple black!
Alfred: Now close your eyes
Bruce: I keep them all in my bat-sack!
Alfred: Goodnight, goodnight
Bruce: I need them to prevent world's end
Alfred: I'll kiss your cheek so you can sleep
Bruce: They're my tools I use to mend
Alfred: Now close your eyes
Bruce: Oh, Alfred, don't make me sleep without my crucial...
Alfred: Goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, goodnight, good...
Bruce: ...Trends
Alfred: Goodnight, Master Wayne
(Bruce is under a pile of things)
Bruce: Goodnight! ...Wait, I need some fire water!