Oh I come from a land, from a faraway place
Where the people have hairy feet
Where it’s green and so clean
And we live in the ground
It’s comfy, and hey, it’s home

When the pots on the hearth
And the cookies and tea
Are next to the rocking chair
Come on down
Stop on by
Hop a wagon and come
To another comfy hobbit night

Comfy hobbit nights
Like comfy hobbit days
More often than not
Are filled with good meals
That are Tasty and hot

Comfy hobbit nights
‘Neath comfy hobbit moons
A fool off his guard
Could eat way too much
And get a stomach ache