The Headless Horseman

I lied elucidate on what happens outside when it gets late. Long about midnight the ghosts and band shears get together. For their nightly jamborees, there's ghosts with horns and saucer eyes, and some with fangs about the sun, some short and fat, some tall and thin, and some don't even bother to wear their skin.

Oh, oh, I'm telling you brother, it's a frightful sight to see what goes on goes on in the night, the spooks have a midnight jamboree. They break it up with fiend-disglaze, 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 hands, demons take one, lookin' grown, and hit the road for parts unknown, There's no wreath like a superman 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

Follow him, 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, little fit And he likes some little likes and 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 hood hood hoodie clop He's all looking for a tuck-a-chop So don't stop to figure out a plan You can't reason with a headless man To dark beauty, sure Cause right outside we're waiting there In the headless horseman He won!

And I'm getting out of here