I Wants My Hallow'een

When I'm down and feeling discontent

I trade my pent-up sorrow

And I borrow, from tomorrow

Future happiness I've not yet spent

For not too far from here, that time of year

I love to death

Always makes me cheer 'cause

I wants my Hallow'een

I'm living for that scene

A thrilling spook

Around every corner

Maybe I'll dye my hair

Red, black, green, I don't care

Wear a wig, blue and big

Then turn out lookin' just like Marge Simpson

A full-moon promenade

Lights up a masquerade

Of costumed children

Wailing like mourners

When my life's at its worst

October 31st

Guarantees a Happy Hallow'een

Autumn season is the reason for

Why I adore

The sound of old leaves falling

It's appalling

Just how quickly my low-spirt soars

When winter, summer, spring

Have gone and bring

Back to my heart

The only song that I sing

I wants my Hallow'een

I'm living for that scene

A grinning ghost means that you ain't dreamin'

Maybe I'll paint my face

Eyes, nose, mouth, out of place

Sallow skin, creepy thin

Then turn out lookin' like the Cryptkeeper

A midnight cavalcade

And city-wide parade

Allows adults to

Vanquish their demons

When life is at its worst

October 31st

Guarantees a Happy Hallow'een