A Cover Song

If I get in bed first, the covers are wrong, the top sheet's in places it doesn't belong.

If I get in bed second, the sheets are just right, except the bed is too cold when I turn off the light.

In the summer it's hot, but the winters are cold. It's never just right, or so I am told.

So I'll stick to my covers laid on the guitar I'd much rather be under covers by far

The fan is too breezy, air filter's too high Dog keeps on barking at noises outside

Can't figure out the top, the fitted sheet's even worse

Oh, just to fold one I think they air curse

I like my feet out, she likes hers all tucked in When you wrestle for a blanket, sure no

one will win So I'll stick to my covers, played on the

guitar But I'd much rather be under covers by far

Got a hot water bottle, made for warm toasty feet

I slip it in early just under the sheet Got a cold blanket that wicks away heat

All the way from Japan it is really quite neat

When she is freezing I'm sweating up cool And when she's too hot I am really quite cool

So I'll stick to my covers played on the guitar

But I'd much rather be under covers by far So I'll stick to my covers played on the guitar

But I'd much rather be under covers by far