Swingin' at the Seance

What a dot dot dot dot day, oh day oh day oh what a Whoo hoo! In a house of one old rock along the countryside At precisely twelve o'clock the spooks begin to ride Spring in NCN 12 ticks, spring in NCN Hot Blicks With the medium in France, how the horns begin to stand

Oh, whoa, whoa, Wadu wadu dae That music came through So sweet, little down Yet nobody knew Those ripp-wipp-wippin' around Oh, swinging at the CS Like course, swinging at the CS Blue knobs, why the trumpet could have won a cup You'd drive in from the CS-a

And who do you think is a tooth so well? No one else but Gabriel But don't let the day bomb attack And I don't let go I don't pay for all the roading thing For all the day, the day, the day, the day, the day, the day, the day, the day Oh, swinging, swinging at the sea

Yes, black cats, yellow cats, gray cats, blue cats All the heads from miles around, swinging Swinging, swinging, swinging at the sea Yes