There's a monster in my attic
And he's big and mean and scary
His fangs are razor sharp
And his body's green and hairy
He moved in when I did
And he was in my last place too
I'm not what he wants
But I know he likes human stew
His eyes glow purple
In the middle of the night
Every time I see him in the mirror
He gives me quite a fright
So keep away from my attic
Because he waits and lurks and lingers
Ready for his next meal
As he slurps and licks his fingers