When mummies bandage s come undone, and vampire bats are on the run. Hide under the weeping willow tree. The morning light will set you free. When witches brew their pots of stew, run very fast it s meant for you. Organ music echoes in the night, With ghosts and goblins dressed in white.
Fluorescent colors glow in the park, beware of graveyards in the dark.
Haunted houses if you dare go inside, fog filled rooms with no place to hide.