Dressed for the Coffin

Ghosts and ghouls, and creatures weary Crawl from shadows — dank and dreary — To gorge themselves on sugar's spell, Like vermin loosed in a blood-stained hell. And I upon my chair sit leery, Listening close for steps that near me — For some unholy voice once more To chant at my loose, unchained front door, Ooogie, boogie, boogiedy, boo If you're a witch — sip a potion’s brew Ooogie, boogie, boogiedy, bust If you're a ghost — feast on magic dust So the ghosts and ghouls, and creatures weary Crawl once more from shadows dreary — Howl with delight for temptations more, Sweet-coated glut as treats rain down — forevermore... Ooogie boogie boogiedy bay If you're a zombie — I’ll offer you sweet brains Ooogie boogie boogiedy bud If you're a vampire — you’re thirsting for blood What does it mean If it's not Halloween? To spooky-dooky, spookedy scare — One black night, We drink the dark in… and stare. So you ghosts and ghouls, and creatures weary Crawl again from shadows dreary Shout from your lungs 'til doors fling open Live like you laughed… Dressed for the coffin.