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I hear a ruckus in the back Tall shadows on the wall Mabel, won't you wake up We got lawyers in the barn Yes we do, all the rumors They're all true Don't worry, baby, I know what to do Many years ago there was a case of legalese Thankfully my granddad Handed down those ancient ways Yes he did (folk magic) the real deal Folk magic, hot off the grill Woo! Ghoul wrangler, shut 'em down Ghoul wrangler, shut 'em down Licensed and bonded I should get a business card Certified Ghoul wrangler I sneak up to the coop and See them chewing on the bones Spitting backwards Latin at mobile phones Yes they were Frothing at the mouth like rabid beasts Diabolical to say the least At the sight of me They bare their flashing yellow claws Bits of old, poor Chester White falling from their mouths Yes they were, hackles rose, air grew chill Folk magic, hot off the grill Woo! Ghoul wrangler,shut 'em down Ghoul wrangler, shut 'em down Licensed and bonded I should get a business card Certified Ghoul wrangler Thirteen bloody litigators Feasting on the hog My god, Mabel, we got lawyers in the barn Twelve of them dispatched and Now there's one more left to go I track his penny-loafers Through the freshly fallen snow Yes I did I find him in the old stockyard We got different laws down on the farm Woo! Ghoul wrangler, shut 'em down Ghoul wrangler, shut 'em down Licensed and bonded I should get a business card Big time Ghoul wrangler Thirteen bloody litigators Feasting on the hog My god, Mabel, we got lawyers in the barn Thirteen bloody litigators Feasting on the hog My god, Mabel, we got lawyers in the barn
Writer(s): Neil Fallon, Jean-paul Gaster, Dan Maines, Richard Timothy Sult Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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