Headless Horseman

Now, gather 'round while I elucidate

On what goes on when it gets late

'Long about midnight, the ghosts and banshees

Get together for their jamboree

There's ghosts with horns and saucer eyes

Some have fangs about this size

Some short and fat, some tall and thin

And some don't even bother to wear their skin

I'm a-tellin' you brother, it's a frightful sight

Just to see what goes on in the night

When the spooks have a midnight jamboree

They break it up with a fiendish glee

Ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed

Is the Headless Horseman, he's the worst

When he goes a-joggin' 'cross the land

Holdin' his noggin right in his hand

Demons take one look and groan

And hit the road for parts unknown

And there's no wraith like a spook that's spurned

They just don't like him, and he's really burned

He swears to the longest day he's dead

Well, I'll show them that he can get ahead

So close all the windows (lock all the doors)

Unless you're careful, he'll get yours

Don't think he'll hesitate a bit

'Cause he'll flip your top if it'll fit

He likes them little, he likes them big

Part in the middle, or wear a wig

Black or white or even red

The Headless Horseman needs a head

With a hip-hip-hip and a clippity-clop

While he's out lookin' for a head to chop

So don't stop to figure out a plan

'Cause you can't reason with a headless man

With a hip-hip-hop and a clippity-clop

Look out! Ahh!

We know what we're talking about, believe me

You better watch your queues

But take a look

At the people who ignored the old good book

Change your ways, you'll find it safe

'Cause you can't be a haint

If you ain't

Kinda crazed, I guess you'd say

Take our word, we know what we're talking about

Now this is a... pretty spooky thing we're doing here