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So it's my birthday, but I'm not celebrating |
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There's monsters in my room and they're silently awaiting |
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See, they got permission to come and take a musician |
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And they decided on me after giving "Promo Copy" a listen |
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So I say... |
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La-la la-la, la-la la-la |
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La-la la-la, la-la la-la-la |
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So I get dressed and they profess, "It's nice to meet you |
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And by the way, happy birthday, we promise we won't eat you" |
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The super-fuzzy one says that I got time before we go |
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'Cause the other monsters are all buying pharmaceuticals in Mexico |
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They say they've come from a faraway land |
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And that they're here to start a band |
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And what a nice coincidence |
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That I can play lots of instruments |
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And I said, "Why can't you take Bruno Mars?" |
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And they said that they don't like Bruno Mars |
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And I said, "Everybody likes Bruno Mars" |
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They said they don't, and we started to sing |
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La-la la-la, la-la la-la |
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La-la la-la, la-la la-la-la |
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Underrated, overeducated |
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Well good luck getting shows in the monster universe |
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Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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La-la la-la, la-la la-la |
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La-la la-la, la-la la-la-la |
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Hey hey, what do you say? |
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The monsters are coming to take me away on my birthday |
