Another day is done and
in my room I'm tucked in.
The darkness and the silence
conspire. Seem I'm done in.
'Cause, you see, it's just me
'part from my family,
in my bed in my bed
'lone and frightened
of the bumps and the squeeks
and the shadow that creeps
window ledge, to my head...
What's that hiding
'neith my bed?!
'Neith my bed!
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!!
What's 'neith my bed?
'Neith my bed!
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!!

Another mother's good night's
sleep is taken over.
When the crying breaks the silence
we must talk things over.
It's the same old thing
found in every family.
In their beds, in their beds
children frightened
of the bumps and the squeeks,
and the shadow that creeps
window ledge, to my head...
What's that hiding
'neith my bed?!
'Neith my bed!
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!!
What's 'neith my bed?
'Neith my bed!
Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!!