Under my bed there's a goblin who giggles His feet are all tangled in cobwebby wiggles He snacks on my socks while I dream of escape His breath smells like pickles and sour toothpaste Squeak squeak creak creak They’re coming for me Squeak squeak creak creak What could they be Inside my closet's a vampire in shades He’s scared of the sun but he’s rocking cascades Of glittery jackets and one velvet hat He moonwalks at midnight then hangs like a bat Squeak squeak creak creak They’re coming for me Squeak squeak creak creak What could they be Monsters in the dark they’re quirky and mean They’ve got claws and bad jokes and they’re rarely clean They dance on my fears but they’re scared of me too So I sing them a lullaby till they’re subdued A werewolf plays chess on my nightstand at three His paw knocks the queen off with zero mercy There’s a mummy who hums and a ghost who can’t scare But I’m starting to think they don’t really care
