| SHEEP ATTACK | |
| The sun, it turns out his light | |
| Everything's ok, everything's alright | |
| Save me a mellow dream for tonight | |
| All wrapped up in my bed | |
| Counting sheep, 1, 2, 3 in my head | |
| I'm ready for a king sized rest | |
| Slowly, slowly, | |
| I'm making my way through a fantasy | |
| Nothing can go wrong, it feels so quiet | |
| Softly, softly, | |
| I'm hugging my pillow full of dreams to dream | |
| Songs drift slowly 'round, goodnight | |
| I'm sailing through the seas of the moon | |
| Releashing spatial, lunar macaroons | |
| It's me, myself and I in my cocoon | |
| Next stop: an island of blooms | |
| Yellow daffodils springing up in my room | |
| And in the fields of joy, my heart goes boom | |
| Slowly, slowly, | |
| I'm making my way through a fantasy | |
| Nothing can go wrong, it feels so quiet | |
| Softly, softly, | |
| I'm hugging my pillow full of dreams to dream | |
| Songs drift slowly 'round, until a sheep attack! | |
| My eyes wide open in the dark | |
| I thought I would be fast asleep in my warm comfy bed | |
| Instead I've got a crazy flock over my head | |
| Woolly monsters | |
| Feeding on my covers | |
| I feel like such an insomniac | |
| The sheep attack, the sheep attack |