Lyrics
Verse 1 He knocked at the door with a rattlin' sound,Asked real polite if he could hang around.I said "Sure, grab a floor, maybe haunt the broom,"Next thing—he’s sleepin’ in my living room. Verse 2 Socks on his bones, got a teacup in hand,Mutterin’ dreams of a skeleton band.He’s comfy. He’s cozy. He stole my seat!Said: “This couch got that Everlight heat.” Chorus He’s snorin’ like thunder, soft as a cloud,Dreamin’ of graveyards, jazzed and proud.He don’t need no crypt, no castle, no pouch…Just a nap and a snack…on my couch. Bridge He said “I was just restin’ my bones…”But he’s been here three nights.And he’s wearin’ my headphones. I tried to reclaim my blanket space—He rolled over and said “This place got grace.” Final Chorus So if you hear creaks in the dark,Or your blanket moves with a spark,Don’t fear, don’t slouch—It’s just a polite ol’ skeleton,Snorin’ on your couch.
