You’ll be wiggling toes Pale white, surrounding pink rose The piggies are back from their chores Time for bed, time for bed, time for bed You’ll dream up wonderful woes Quickly, brush ‘em off, don’t be soft They’ll be disappearing soon No regrets, no regrets, no regress But maybe, they’ll wake up in your Bedroom, secretly, quietly And you’ll be screaming out loud What about, what about, what about my Time spent working it out Thought I’d be done with this awfulness Please just get out of my head