Among ghosts it's commonly known
That on Halloween night you have to moan
There's one gig every year
The whole season's dead, I fear
When the bell chimes
The poor ghost's off to work
He puts on his sheets and a jacket
against the murk
He says to his family
'Buh-bye, I gotta go and lurk.'
'Boo, boo!'
says the ghost
And I'm like 'Oh, oh no'
'Boo!'
he tries again
It's not very scary, I know
Instead of creepy it's a rather dull show
Poor thing, poor thing!
What can the cadavre do, he's just a spectre
He can't get no food, not even some nectar
To feed his hungry ghostlings
He has to do some moiling
Poor thing, poor thing!
So be nice to him kids and cower away
No pulling his sheets and no laughing, okay?
Let him have his cheer
Once every year
'Boo!'
says the ghost
And I'm like 'Oh, oh no'
'Boo!'
He tries again
It's not very scary, I know
Instead of creepy it's a rather dull show
Poor thing, poor thing!
Among ghosts it's commonly known
That on Halloween night you ought to moan
The ghostly profession is dead
All need for ghouls is gone
Poor thing!
