High-pitched Treble Monster
Floating in the air, digging in my ears.
Low-pitch Bass Monster,
Hiding in the back corner of the room,
He's in all black.
High-pitched Treble Monster
Pokes my eyes, pokes my eyes.

Low-pitch Bass Monster telling me what to do,
I can't see him, but he's telling me what to do.
High-pitched Treble Monster lives in the woods,
Spinning around and cuts trees down, in the woods.
Low-pitch Bass Monster lives in a rotten stump,
Only comes out dark at night telling me what to do.

High-pitched Treble Monster lives in puke,
Stings my tummy and my eyes, (pokes me with needles too)
Low-pitch Bass Monster lives inside of the books,
Nobody really knows exactly how he looks.

High-pitched Treble Monster right in front of my face,
Poking me with needles and winning every race.
Low-pitch Bass Monster is going pretty slow, big like a bomb.
High-pitched Treble Monster digs in everyone's ear,
Feeds off everyone's fear.

Their friend's shape, sound waves,
Wiggle all around