Monsters Move Over

Ok guys, now listen-up It's time we're moving on Yeah it's been fun, but sure enough The good times here, are gone Now, We have to realize that it's been several years That little boy, has grown-up And now has other fears Remember Lou, what you used to do At the foot of the poor boys bed I thought the kid, would poop his pants When you cut off your head And Chuck, with all those sounds Like a creaking closet door Made every haunt we pulled Seamed to scare him so much more The rest of you, you did your best In messing with his head Living here in cramped conditions Underneath his bed I wish I, still could say We could make him, fear for life But that job has now been taken For he has a gained a wife