text: Im friends with the monster that’s under my bed
  Get along with the voices inside of my head
  Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin’ your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
  I wanted the fame but not the cover of Newsweek Oh well, guess beggars cant be choosey
  Wanted to receive attention for my music
  Wanted to be left alone in public, excuse me
  For wantin my cake, and eat it too, and wantin it both ways
  Fame made me a balloon ‘cause my ego inflated When I blew, see, but it was confusing
  ‘Cause all I wanted to dos be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
  Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam Whoo! Hit the lottery, ooh-wee
  But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet
  It was like winnin a used mink
  Ironic ‘cause I think I’m gettin’ so huge I need a shrink
  Im beginnin’ to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
  Goin coo-coo and kooky as Kool Keith
  But Im actually weirder than you think, ‘cause Im—
  I’m friends with the monster thats under my bed
  Get along with the voices inside of my head
  Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
  Well, thats nothin  
  Well, thats nothin  
  Now, I aint much of a poet
  But I know somebody once told me to seize the moment
  And dont squander it ‘cause you never know when it all
  Could be over tomorrow, so I keep conjurin
  Sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
  Yeah, ponderinll do you wonders, no wonder
  Youre losin your mind, the way it wanders
  Yodel-odel-ay-hee-hoo! I think it went wanderin off down yonder
  And stumbled onto Jeff VanVonderen
  Cause I need an interventionist
  To intervene between me and this monster
  And save me from myself and all this conflict
  ‘Cause the very thing that I loves killin me and I cant conquer it
  My OCDs conkin me in the head, keep knockin
  Nobodys home, Im sleepwalkin
  Im just relayin what the voice in my heads sayin
  Dont shoot the messenger, Im just friends with the—
  Im friends with the monster thats under my bed
  Get along with the voices inside of my head
  Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
  And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
  Well, thats nothin 
  Well, thats nothin 
  I am nuts for real, but Im okay with that
  Its nothin, Im still friends with the monster
  Im friends with the monster thats under my bed
  Get along with the voices inside of my head
  Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
  And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
  Im friends with the monster thats under my bed
  Get along with the voices inside of my head
  Youre tryin to save me, stop holdin your breath
  And you think Im crazy, yeah, you think Im crazy
  Well, thats nothin 
  Well, thats nothin