on what happens outside when it gets late.
get together for their nightly
There's ghosts with horns
and some with fangs about this size,
Some short and fat, some tall and thin,
and some don't even bother
I'm telling you, brother,
to see what goes on in the night.
they break it up with fiendish glee.
Ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed
is the headless horseman, he's the worst.
Demons take one look and groan
And hit the road for parts unknown
Oh, close all the windows,
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.
You can't reason with a head