There’s an elephant in the room and I can’t sleep
And the bats in the belfry are giving me the creeps
Yeah, this insomnia, it makes me hopping mad
But it happens for a reason, who knows good or bad?
Far away, the church bell tolls but I don’t know for whom
I’ll take it with a pinch of salt, it might not signal doom
Making mountains out of molehills, they tell me it’s a skill
But if I still can’t get to sleep, I’ll eat my hat, I will!