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