Woozle in the Closet

My mother says there's no such thing as monsters But

I know better (shh)

Behind the door is the one who snores

Under the bed is one who plays dead

And in the closet is a sort of whatzit woozle Who plays

with the poodle (hehehe)

They think I've lost my noodle over the woozle But I think

it's them that's a little loodle A little loodle

in their noodle

For you see, the woozle doesn't belong here!

It belongs in someone else's closet!

The woozle is lost,

something is going on Yeah,

the woozle is lost,

and we're dancing on

Behind the door, he's sleeping sound

Under the bed, no sound is found

But in the closet is that fuzzy whatzit woozle Still dancing with

the poodle

(woof woof)

They think I've lost my noodle

over the woozle

But I think it's them that's a little loodle

Yeah, a little loodle

in their noodle

For you see, the woozle doesn't belong here!

It belongs in someone else's closet!

The woozle is lost,

something is going on Yeah,

the woozle is lost,

and we're dancing on

Something is going on

The woozle is lost (bye bye)