[Verse]
In a quaint little village, not far from the town,
Lives a man with a tummy that's renowned.
Mr. Pillow Paunch, his name's quite well known,
For his belly's the softest that anyone's ever shown.
[Chorus]
Oh, the plight of Mr. Pillow Paunch,
His belly's a pillow, a squishy, comfy launch.
People line up for miles and miles,
To rest their heads and dream for a while.
[Verse Repeats]
His cottage is cozy, with a welcoming door,
But the line outside's always a bore.
Children and grannies, they all want a turn,
To lay on his belly, for dreams they all yearn.
[Chorus Repeats]
Oh, the plight of Mr. Pillow Paunch,
His belly's a pillow, a squishy, comfy launch.
People line up for miles and miles,
To rest their heads and dream for a while.
[Bridge]
Mr. Paunch sighs, but he knows it's his fate,
To bring comfort and joy, though he stays up late.
With a smile on his face and a soft, gentle hug,
He welcomes each dreamer, like a warm, fluffy rug.
[Verse Repeats]
But sometimes he wishes for a moment of peace,
From the endless line that never seems to cease.
He dreams of a day when he’s free from the crowd,
Yet he loves the joy his tummy has allowed.
[Chorus Repeats]
Oh, the plight of Mr. Pillow Paunch,
His belly's a pillow, a squishy, comfy launch.
People line up for miles and miles,
To rest their heads and dream for a while.
[Outro]
So if you ever visit that quaint little spot,
And see the long line, don’t forget what you’ve got.
A chance to lay down on the softest of lands,
Thanks to Mr. Pillow Paunch, the gentlest of hands.