Doona, oh doona
stop teasing me you meaty pillow
waiting impatiently in my room-a
I've had a long day
my feet have turned to clay
And I just want to climb inside
your soft womb-a
Whether at my feet on summer nights
Or mornings frosted, dark and wintery
All else is stale, mediocre cloth
You're always the doona for me.
Doona, oh sweet, sweet doona
Hug me under the light of the moon-a
Don't ****** me from afar
Spread-eagled in my room-a.