Up against the monster again.
Up against the monster again.
Eleven o'clock, I've got a meet.
Got to see the man
To play him some shit.
At three o'clock, got another meet
To see another one
Of vacuous wit.

I'm up against the monster again
Up against the monster again

He'll try to stamp his feet
In time with my rhythm.
Before he gets the beat,
His head will be nodding.
He will say "It's OK"
And get carried away.
"I like it I like it
I like it
BUT ..."

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