Lyrics

Now, gather 'round while I elucidate
On what goes on when it gets late
'Long about midnight, the ghosts and banshees
Get together for their 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
I'm a-tellin' you brother, it's a frightful sight
Just 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 hit the road for parts unknown

And there's no wraith like a spook that's spurned
They just don't like him, and he's really burned
He swears to the longest day he's dead
Well, I'll show them that he can get ahead

So close all the windows (lock all the doors)
Unless you're careful, he'll get yours
Don't think he'll hesitate a bit
'Cause he'll flip your top if it'll fit
He likes them little, he likes them big
Part in the middle, or wear a wig
Black or white or even red
The Headless Horseman needs a head

With a hip-hip-hip and a clippity-clop
While he's out lookin' for a top to chop
So don't stop to figure out a plan
'Cause you can't reason with a headless man

With a hip-hip-hop and a clippity-clop
Look out!

You better watch your queues
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 ain't kinda crazed, I guess you'd say...
Take our word, we know what we're talking about