Spooks Played a Tune

I was low about a quarter in size, not a word was heard, not a soul alive. I turned around and I heard some jives, Spooks were playing a tune on a tune song. I tried to run, but my dog didn't do stiff.

Shucking my frits and I don't mean if. After the squeaked the highest cookie rib and The spooks were playing a tune and a tune stole The old town firehead given them their cue The pilgrims there were squared dancing too While Hoka had escaped them a lift All of these men with Captain John Smith

When I awoke, the spooks hadn't blazed I looked in the closet and a little bit There on the floor was a book I read. No more spooky stars from me at night. I never, ever want to see another sight.

Life's books playing a tune on the tombstone. We're playing a tune on a tombstone. We're playing a tune on a tombstone. The old town crier had given them their cue.

The pilgrims there with square dancing too Kyle Pocahontas gave them a lift Calling each reel with Captain John Smith When I am one, the spooks head play Looked in the clouds and under the bed There on the floor was a bull guy and ran No more spooky stories But me and I, I never ever wanted to

Another size, like a stone's plate of two. Another two stars.