The Halloween Story

Now all you trick-or-treaters come and listen to me good
About a grave that's in a graveyard in this very neigborhood
It contains a boy who died this very night, so long ago
And how candy wrappers mysteriously appear around his stone

You know it's Halloween, you know it's kinda scary
The way the ghosts come floatin' out of the cemetery
Slidin' through the dirt, all cold and moldy
And the only thing that they can think about is how
To get your candy!

"Trick or treat!" Hear the children cryin'
But who's that pale boy at the back with the antique suit & tie on?
When you passed out the candy it seemed to fade into his hand
And look, there's a clump of fresh dirt on the spot that he did stand!

Oh it's Halloween, you know it's kinda scary
The way the ghosts come floatin' out of the cemetery
Slidin' through the dirt, all cold and moldy
And the only thing that they can think about is how
To get your candy!

I heard about this kid who collected lots of sweets
And with a flashlight, in his bed he counted out his treats
When they found him in the morning, the bags of candy, they were gone
A clump of fresh dirt by his bed, and the flashlight was still on!

Oh it's Halloween, you know it's kinda scary
The way the ghosts come floatin' out of the cemetery
Slidin' through the dirt, all cold and moldy
And the only thing that they can think about is how

Now each and every child
Behind a mask is hid
But which one do you think's a ghost
And which one is a kid?
But in the shiny darkness when the leaves are blowin' through
Has it occurred to you the only one that's not a ghost is you?

Laaa la la, la la la la la la
La la la la la la la, la la la la la la
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooooouuuuuuuuuh
Lalalalala

And so you trick-or-treaters, take heed of what I said
And leave your candy here with me, don't take it up to bed
I'll protect you from the ghoulies and the ghosties and the beasties
Though you may lose that Snickers bar - and ooh look Reese's Pieces!

Oh it's Halloween, you know it's kinda scary
The way the ghosts come floatin' out of the cemetery
Now get on up to bed
But grab that broom before you do
And sweep up this clump of fresh dirt...
That fell off...
Of my...
Pants

Laaa la la, la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la laaaaa

Album: Pretending I'm Not Home

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