All good children have to wear a costume
To unravel what and who they should have been
Some are delightful, yes
And some are unruly, yes
And some are rarely seen
And parents hide their envy as they have to
Maintain a handle delicate in greed
On the charming creature now standing in their bedroom
Who's probably still human underneath
[Interlude]
But we all know that order is an ovulating Cain toad
And children often hate those foul boils
And Maximilian he's the son of a priests' wife and
They often spoil
So Max's mother makes him wear his costume
And releases a monster terrible and fell
And the charming creature she was hoping to encourage
Proceeds to make her life a living hell
You see, Maximilian's costume was an
Overlying[?] cause of gnashing teeth and angry growls
Marching, bashing, break and smashing
Paint the dishes crack the lamps
Clog the toilet, rip your pants
Stain the carpet, scratch the floor
Tear the sofa, jam the door
Toss the tables, Run[?] the walls
Hide frogs in your overalls!
Paint the town until it's red
k** your sister, raise the dead!
Wild thing, if you're not good
Then you'll go to bed without your food
See, entropy is often named
By meddling adults tired of games
I'll eat you up, he says
I'll eat you up, he screams and drools
I'll eat you up, as he's robbed of his dinner
I'll eat you up, as he's sent, to his room
So max, he growls up to his hungry bedroom
To the tapping of his mother's scolding tongue
For as wild as he is there is something in her voice
She makes her empty threats and off he goes
But children they know how to make an exit
And it's fortunate as luck would be above it[?]
And our boy Max, well he's a bit of an expert
He fills his lungs and starts to slam the door
I'll eat you up!
I'll eat you up!
I'll eat you up!