[Intro — Whispered over a rising disco beat] Midnight... The lights go low... But there's one man who just won't go... [Verse 1] The clock struck twelve, the band went home, The dance floor stood in silence, all alone. Beneath the stairs, behind a rusty door, A pair of dead feet shuffled on the floor. His polyester suit was turning green, His silver shoes had lost their disco sheen. But from the darkness came a familiar sound— A bucket and a mop were moving round! [Pre-Chorus — Female harmonies] They buried him on Saturday, But Monday was a working day! [Chorus — Full ensemble] It's the graveyard shift! (Graveyard shift!) Where the dead get down and the spirits lift! He's got a mop in his hand, And a supernatural gift! Oh, dance, dance, dance through the midnight mist, Nobody clocks out on the graveyard shift! [Verse 2] His manager said, "You should be in bed!" He smiled and said, "I'm already dead!" He polished every tombstone in the hall, Then moonwalked through the cemetery wall. The skeletons came dancing through the door, Their bones went click-click-click across the floor. He grabbed his bucket, gave a little spin, And shouted, "Let the cleaning now begin!" [Pre-Chorus] You cannot stop a working man, Especially one who rose again! [Chorus] It's the graveyard shift! (Graveyard shift!) Where the dead get down and the spirits lift! He's got a mop in his hand, And a supernatural gift! Oh, dance, dance, dance through the midnight mist, Nobody clocks out on the graveyard shift! [Bridge — Dramatic breakdown] No heartbeat! (But he feels the beat!) No breathing! (But he's on his feet!) No paycheck! (That's a little unfair!) But there's confetti everywhere! [Final Chorus — Key change] It's the graveyard shift! Let the whole world drift! When the living go home, It's the dead man's gift! Oh, dance, dance, dance, you can't resist— Nobody clocks out on the graveyard shift! [Outro — Spoken] "Somebody spilled something on aisle thirteen..."
