Witches Coven Party Mashup

Spiderwept floating in the eyeballs Dude don't drink too much of that Witch is brew The Prince will hold in on steam Pretty poly-serving up Boys and puns while the fiddle are Weedled out devil's dream The hair is fake and I retouch the ground Every year he's a real swinger Well it circles over the left and

Salamander's party all night Skeleton is drinking and he really ought to stop it Every time he toss his back a pint of punch We got them off in the spiderwebs, floating in the eyeballs Dude, don't drink too much of that witches brew When the sun rises on the broken down barn There's not a place to be found

The rooster growing in the morning Is about the only sound Say it, I can't wait to come see you again At the haunted hillbilly hold down At the haunted hillbilly hold down At the haunted hillbilly hold down Everybody sing together, but whoever is the tosses, I surely hope you haven't got a case of Hallowed Toast,

past the haunted hill, Billy Hoedown! Monster week and weary from a long trip on the inry comes a wrappin at my chamber door It's an extra-plasmic tapping that serves my nightly napping Like a shroud that's gently flapping emanating from the second floor Buddies are weak, me and the ghost upstairs Sippin' our tea, me and the ghost upstairs

But he's inclined to moan when left alone So I think of things that'll take his funny bones Lonely old ghosts upstairs Regular folks dropping our worldly cares Swapping our jokes, me and the ghosts upstairs And then he slaps his shroud and laughs out loud And he says, oh boy, that'll paralyze all the crown