Headless Horseman

Now gather 'round While I'll elucidate On what goes on when it gets late. Long about midnight, The ghosts and banshees, Get together for a jamboree. There's ghosts with horns and saucer eyes Some have fangs about this size. Some short and fat. Some tall and thin. And some don't even bother to wear their skin! Oh, I'm a-telling you, brother, It's a fearful sight' To see what goes on in the night. When the spooks have a midnight jamboree, They break it up with a fiendish glee. Ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed Is the Headless Horseman, he's the worst. When he goes a-joggin 'cross the land, Holdin' his noggin' right in his hand, Demons take one look and groan, And they hit the road for parts unknown. Well, there's no spook like the spook that's spurned. The ghosts don't like him, and he's really burned. He swears to the longest day he's dead, (Well I'll show them that I can get a head!) So close all the windows Lock all the doors, Unless you're careful or he'll get yours Don't think he'll hesitate a bit, 'Cause he'll flip your top if it'll fit. And he likes them little, he likes them big, Part in the middle, or a wig, Black or white or even red, The Headless Horseman needs a head. With a hip-hip-hip and a clippity-clop, He's out lookin' for a top to chop, So don't stop to figure out a plan, You can't reason with a headless man. With a hip-hip-hip and a clippity-clop, Look out! We KNOW what we're talking about, believe me. You better watch your ques But take a look, At the people who ignored the old good book Change your ways, you'll find it safe 'Cause you can't be a haint If you a'int... Kinda crazed, I guess you'd say... Take our word, we KNOW what we're talking about. Now this is a... pretty spooky thing we're doing here... You don't mind if I turn on another light, Do you? Hm?