The Headless Horseman

On what happens outside when it gets late. Long about midnight the ghosts and band-cheers get together. For their nightly jamborees, there's ghosts with horns and saucer eyes. And some would fangs about this sign, some short and fat, some tall and thin.

Some don't even bother to wear their skin. Whoa, whoa, I'm telling you brother, it's a frightful sight to see what goes on in the night. The spooks have a midnight jamboree They break it up with fiendish glaze Ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed is the headless horseman He's the worst when he goes to jargon

Cross the land, holding a noggin in his hand Demons take one, lookin' grown And hit the road for parts unknown There's no wreath like a soup you spurned They don't like him and he's really burnt He swears to the longest day he's dead He'll show them that he can get ahead All the wind don't lock the door

Unless you're careful he'll get yours Don't think he'll have the tape a bit Cause he'll clip your top bit, bit, bit And he likes some little like some big But in the middle are a wig Black or white or even red The headless horseman needs a head With a hip hip and a lip that he clop

He's sound looking for a topsy chop So don't stop to figure out a plan You can't reason with a headless man The dark you can't pick us Stay at home the way that you should cuz right outside Every Halloween we