[Verse 1]
On the way to the show tonight, our feet were battering bitumen
It's only been seven hours since the comment
Since when I figured out what it meant
That sometimes I talk like a soundboard
How are you? Get to the chopper, John Kimble, et cetera
Just one move from a prank call
And I hope you're 'round for my downfall

[Chorus]
Monster of the week, you know your lips move when you don't speak
You even made up your own language, you know I don't know what you mean
But it's alright with me
It's alright with me
It's alright with me
It's alright with me

[Verse 2]
Waiting 'round at the stage door, well, hurry up and just get me my rider already
And I'm gonna need the code for the Wi-Fi
No, you don't seem like a wife guy

[Chorus]
Monster of the week, you know your lips move when you don't speak
I even made up my own language, I know you don't know what I mean
But it's alright with me
It's alright with me
It's alright with me
It's alright with me