And he's trying on my stuff.
Yes, there's a monster in my closet
And I think I've had enough.
He creeps in every evening
After I have gone to bed.
He wakes me with his rummaging
A sound I've come to dread.
It's not just the noise that bugs me
He shows no respect at all.
I'm tired of his shenanigans
They drive me up the wall.
He stretches all my t-shirts
He gets slime on all my shoes.
He puts holes in all my dungarees
I'm tired of this abuse.
If he'd occasionally ask permission
I'd lend him a thing or two.
But he just barges in and takes stuff
And I think that's rather rude.
Now I know he likes my style
But this really has to stop.
'Cause it's my closet after all
It's not a late-night monster shop.
Just last week he wore my new suit
To a fancy monster dance.
He lost a button from the jacket
And ripped the seat out of the pants.
Night after night he's in my closet
Trying on everything I own.
So inconsiderate and loud
He acts like he lives all alone.
I'm not the only one who's tired
Of this thoughtless closet pest.
The poor old monster underneath my bed
Can't get a moment's rest.