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
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