Jukebox glowing in a graveyard hall a coin drops in from a hand of bone the record spins and the dead stand up and every shadow finds a partner skeletons in satin rattle in time a pumpkin keeps the clave on a candle tray the needle skates and the bandstand shivers nobody here remembers their name one more song before the sun one more spin before we're gone drop the needle, drop the needle let the midnight carry on Mambo of the dead, shake your bones tonight rattle to the rhythm in the jukebox light Mambo of the dead, nobody goes home dance until the dawn turns us back to stone Mambo of the dead, swing your hollow hips every scream a trumpet, every grin a kiss Mambo of the dead, one more coin to spend when the music stops, the night will end THE ARM IS SWINGING, THE RECORDS FALL FASTER, FASTER, ONE AND ALL DON'T LET THE MORNING FIND US HERE ONE LAST SONG BEFORE WE DISAPPEAR Mambo of the dead, shake your bones tonight rattle to the rhythm in the jukebox light Mambo of the dead, nobody goes home dance until the dawn turns us back to stone Mambo of the dead, swing your hollow hips every scream a trumpet, every grin a kiss Mambo of the dead, one more coin to spend when the music stops, the night will end
