Mysterious Mose

The man of mystery that's roaming through the land. Pardonear you, hear of him, he's found on every hand. Every city, town and village knows of him by now.

There's a way to recognize him, let me tell you how. Now if your path at midnight dark, by a graveyard goes and someone whistles, by that mysterious boat or on some dark and stormy night, while the tempest blows, If someone whistles, that's mysterious mode.

He sees all those all he gets in everywhere. Now some night, he might wait for you upon the stairs. So when you're going down the cellar, walk upon your toes. And if someone whistles, that's mysterious mode.

From the sleep by the pee-pee, peep of a flute from down below. If someone whistles, why that's mysterious molds. Now if a dawn of an early morn, a trumpet softly blows. If someone whistles, that's mysterious molds.

He sees all, knows all, crabs are clarinet or bass horn. Or anything that he can get. He plays on every instrument, but there's just one tune he knows. When someone whistles, that's mysterious molds.