With all the upset and turmoil in the world, it was fun to write about something so trivial as who ends up with the blankets.

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I wake up all cold and a shiverin’ in the night

To the corner of the sheet, I’m holding tight

All of the blankets that were upon the bed

Are in a crazy bundle, wrapped around her head.

Ch:

She’s a blanket grabbin baby,

Yeah, she’s a blanket grabbin baby

She’s a blanket grabbin baby

But I won’t sleep with no one else.

There’s frost upon the window and there’s frost on the ground

I’m feeling for some covers, but there ain’t none around

As I roll over there’s a mountain I can see

With these two sleepy eyes peeking out at me

Ch:

Br:

Two and three o’clock, four o’clock attack

I have to wake her up and get some covers back

Five o’clock I don’t want to play this game no more

I have another blanket sitting on the floor.

I get all warm and I drift back off to sleep

Pretty soon I feel a coldness on my feet

Though I truly love her I don’t know what to do

Cause when I do wake up she has my other blanket too.

Ch:

¢  1997  Steve Hohstadt