Skeletons In The Closet

Don't you know their houses aren't it? There's an old deserted mansion on an old forgotten road Where the better goes to now is always hangout One night they threw a party in a manna alamo And they caught you, they invited all the gangouts At a dark, be witching hour, When the sun was loud and hearty,

On a notorious, small flower, In the light of the party, Where spooks were having a midnight place, The merry-making was in for swing, They shrink themselves into a cheerful dream, When teh-town in the closet started to dance, Now a goblin giggle with fiendish clea And a shouting out from a big band sheet

A basement wasn't every closely laid When it's galatone in the closet started to dance All the witches were instantches While their steps made their end-micked arms And when their dropped up from stairs When they tried to do the bombs Never heard such a delfter, such hilarious grown When skeleton named a closet rather his wound stitches

While his steps made her and he tried to do the buns You never heard such a delfter, such hilarious grown