The Headless Horseman

Man, that's pure spooky, yeah
Now, gather 'round while I elucidate
On what happens outside when it gets late
'Long about midnight, the ghosts and banshees
Get together for their nightly jamborees
There's ghosts with horns and saucer eyes
And some with fangs about this size
Some short and fat, some tall and thin
And there's some don't even bother to wear their skin
Oh, I'm tellin' you, brother, frightful sight
See what goes on in the night

When the spooks have a midnight jamboree
They break it up with fiendish glee
Ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed
That's the Headless Horseman, he's the worst
When he goes a-joggin' 'cross the land
Holdin' a noggin in his hand
Demons take one look and groan
And hit the road for parts unknown
'Cause there's no spook like a spook that's spurned
They don't like him, and he's really burned
He swears to the longest day he's dead
He'll show them that he can get a head

Mm, this is the Tex Beneke isn't it?
So close all the windows, lock the doors
Unless you're careful, he'll get yours
Don't think he'll hesitate a bit
'Cause he'll clip your top if it'll fit
He likes 'em little, likes 'em big
Part in the middle, or a Westmore wig
Black or white or even red
The Headless Horseman needs a head

With a 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

So after dark now, you kids be good
Better stay at home, the way that you should
'Cause right outside, and waitin' there
Is the Headless Horseman
Beware

Man, I'm gettin' out of here