(Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, etc.)
  
   Well, it's Saturday night and I'm still free
   And I ain't never gonna be
   Eaten by the monster of love
  
   It's hard to fight it off much more
   I hear it drooling by the door
   Eaten by the monster of love
  
   It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em
   It chews them up and spits out creatures with those
   Goo-goo-ey eyes
   Sick sickly smiles
   It just isn't right
  
   And my father said "don't worry, son"
   But look at him, he should have run
   Eaten by the monster of love
  
   Well, it's worse than war, it's worse than death
   There ain't too many left who ain't been
   Eaten by the monster of love
  
   Buy a dog and that might help
   Sometimes, though, a dog gets grabbed and
   Eaten by the monster of love
  
   Eaten by the monster of love
   Let it huff, let it puff
   Eaten by the monster of love
   I hate to gripe, but I just ain't the type
  
   (Don't let it get me, don't let it get me, etc.)
  
   I know some really good, good people
   Overcome, and piece by piece they were
   Eaten by the monster of love
  
   Sometimes it takes a nip at me
   But I'm too quick to ever be
   Eaten by the monster of love