Groovy Graveyard

But when the night has come, it is filled with foolish fun But when it all is dark, shadows falling black and stark The Grigger dwellers all gathered there to have a fall and a great guy It's Groovey, like a mole Car of Groovey When all the dead gather, those lonely cajas, the ghouls all get cozy, singing songs of love,

though they dance, and they sway, until the bride break the dead. First the skeletons arise, and their empty hollow eyes, and they make a bony beat, Put their hands in knees and feet And then the zombies lurch as they make their night research Sticking flesh they moan like a whaling saxophone and a graveyard

It's Groovey Like an old car off Groovey When all the dead gather those moldy cadavers The cool dog get cozy singing songs of a thought it ain't dancing And they sway Till the bride Break of day While the reaper comes to tango Just in a fine bandango The hollings of the wind Make some melody quite grim

Vampires come to revel Ask me which is ghosts and devils It's a crib, a company for the pony art force But neither graveyard It's Tuesday, Tuesday Like an old Car off, Tuesday When all is dead, yeah Those moly catevers The cool, dolky, cozy, singing songs Ever so many days And they sway Until the bright break of day

All the dead gather those moldy danners The ghouls all get cozy singing songs of a broken dance And they sway Until the bright break of day