[Verse 1]
There’s an orange blob at the end of the bed
And in its head is an image of an open door
There’s a yellow mess at the head of the bed
And in their heads are thoughts of something more
There’s a white mist above the bed
And in its wisps are a wealth of legends and lore
And there’s a blue sock below the bed
And its thread are feelings of thе floor
[Chorus 1]
Within the sheets
Under the covеrs
Stuffed in the pillowcase
Through the thin white drapes
Within the sheets
Under the covers
Stuffed in the pillowcase
Through the thin white drapes
[Verse 2: Gr8 Dogs & ?]
There’s an orange blob at the end of the bed
And in its head is an image of an open door
There’s a yellow mess at the head of the bed
And in their heads are thoughts of something more
There’s a white mist above the bed
And in its wisps are a wealth of legends and lore
I'm sorry, I can't *laughter*
And there’s a blue sock below the bed
And its thread are feelings of the floor
Okay, are you ready now?
[Chorus 2]
Within the sheets
Under the covers
Stuffed in the pillowcase
Through the thin white drapes
Within the sheets
Under the covers
Stuffed in the pillowcase
Through the thin white drapes
Within the sheets
Under the covers
Stuffed in the pillowcase
Through the thin white drapes
