Graveyard Boogie

Well I'm past the great-yard of my spell of clock I saw those ghosts dart to rewind rock They do the great-yard boogie Great-yard boogie Great-yard boogie Great-yard boogie They do the great-yard boogie It's your to ride the boat Look out, he can do Yeah, yeah, yeah That's my one little man Look like a stinky, you're the dog

I looked up at my feet I said, let's go The faster you run is And what's too full They doin' the great, hard boogie Grey-garde boogie! Grey-garde boogie! Gooden the Grey-garde boogie! He showed a lovely home.

Mr. Ted Cox and his piano. His sin. 265. And a little different piano. Well, there I was d CARE, Before it was a little bucky bit, that's what you were.

Well, I come back home, and once it's in less long, Get together, eat the great art, and do the great art boogie.