Super Killer Attack Cuddle

There's a cuddle round my neck
It's shouting "Sing! Sing! Sing!"
In tones which are not strident
Yet have a commanding ring
And the cuddle on my neck
Is putting kisses in my hair
And kneecaps in my shoulderblades
Toes in my underwear

I'm singing songs of foolishness
Of mothers and of worry
I'm singing to the tunes we know
That there's no need to hurry
I can feel the wetness spreading
From a nappy freshly peed
But the cuddle is fulfilling
A far more urgent need

Here we go

Here we go round the dining room, the dining room, the dining room
Here we go round the dining room, on a rainy Thursday morning
Here we go up on the sofa - up, the sofa - up, the sofa - up,
Here we go up on the sofa - up, on a rainy Thursday morning
Here we go cuddling snuggles and love, snuggles and love, snuggles and love,
Here we go cuddling snuggles and love, on a rainy Thursday morning.