The Haunted House

I say, I say for the best, and are you indeed? Come out here. It's cold, isn't my place clear? Oh well, never mind then. I don't want to tell you that you're big and supposed to be haunted, so I don't suppose that'll worry you.

Breakfast at night, if you're alive to weaken me. Good night. Oh, what is this? Look up, it's hot, see it's there. Is in my mother's room, think it's a breeze? He comes feeling sleek of the room standy, can you hear a shriek and your legs feel weak?

When you get the haunted house, there's a dismo-mo like a weird trombone, And the old hand bone is suddenly thrown You are all alone with a great unknown In the haunted house There's only one good spirit It's the spirit in the bottle With shaking hands you pull the cork And pour some down your throat

The bank has changed and the spell of brains And the gory's name with a dew-crossed plane If you bought your blames and patticles fame In the haunted house From the old old theme, it's called to seem To feel a wet stream with a sinister gleam And you wait for the scream from a horrible dream

The haunted house, but a cavalier with a dreadful, leered by the disappearable chef, A nearing a thing with fear to the chandelier, it's the haunted house. The air is full of clammy, cold, but not you by the collar.

So gargle night and morning, just in case you have to holler. The lights and slides head off, all bright in flesh, Pink lights for the dead of night comes a woman in white, They're white, all right, in the haunted house.