You Know that he's not there
Tonight as you lie on your bed
The thoughts you have are pressing
Moments lapse and then
You feel the blanket stretching
Almost you expect
An imp, a child, a flare
A small demonic stare
Though you know he's not there
Though you know he's not there
Though you know he's not there
Through the light transparent sheets
You see a picture laughing
Mockingly it greets
You in a tender moment
A voice so cold and groaning
A vapor of golden hair
Slides down a rocking chair
Though you know he's not there
Though you know he's not there
Though you know he's not there
Manikin manikin manikin manikin
Manikin manikin manikin manikin
Below the bed a manikin hides
And waits for those who've sinned
You Know that he's not there