When I was younger I'd wrap my two covers Around me so very tight Made a cocoon of bedsheets And they would protect me From things that go bump in the night I'd ask my father Could he check the closet And please leave on the bathroom light This would keep them away Hold the darkness at bay And the things that go bump in the night He said 'ooh there's not a ghost of a chance I'd let any harm come to kid' He said 'ooh I will sit right here with you' And for years that's what he did. You'll be alright They're just things that go bump in the night He said 'ooh there's not a ghost of a chance I'd let anything whisk you away.' He said ooh it's fine to be scared of the dark Just for now cause you won't be someday. Turns out he was right As the years went rolling by I said farewell to the things That go bump on the night