Don't Tattle on Me

I can't sleep

Leap out of bed

Creep down the hall

Sneak down the steps

Into the creepy creaky basement

And discreetly peek at my gifts

Open up

What could it be?

That motor-mouth

Those rosy cheeks

A baby talking Tattletail

Who babble's without fail

But don't tattle on me

Don't tattle on me

'Cause Mama's sleeping

And Mama's scary

No don't you speak

Or I might scream

'Cause if she finds you

Who knows what she'll do

Hide and Seek

Under the tree

Red glowing eyes

Are all I see

Maternal stalker by the stockings

Matricidal children plotting

Charge you, brush you

Feed you treats

Hey, who's the toy here

You or me?

Infernal presence in the presents

Unsettled machine

But don't tattle on me

Don't tattle on me

'Cause Mama's listening

And Mama's scary

No don't you speak

Or I might scream

'Cause if she finds you

Who knows what she'll do

No more Mama

No more Mama

No more Mama

No more Mama

No more Mama

No more Mama

No more Mama

No more Mama

Wound up like a VHS

Shook up and I'm in distress

Locked up in a cardboard box

Broke up like a shattered pot

Wake up from a bad, bad dream

Strung up like a christmas tree

Messed up so she got recalled

Shut up

And don't tattle on me

Don't tattle on me

'Cause Mama's watching

And Mama's scary

Don't make a peep

Or I might scream

'Cause if she finds you

You know what she'll do

So don't tattle on me