[Intro – Brass hits, male spoken] Ladies and gentlemen! It's time to dust off your dancing shoes! The ghosts are in town! [Verse 1 – Male Crooner] There's a little old graveyard just outside of town, Where the skeletons gather when the sun goes down. They've got tails and tuxedos and a midnight date, And a band of dead musicians who can really swing great! The trumpet's a-tootin', the saxophone's sweet, And the ghost of a drummer's got a hell of a beat. So forget your troubles, let your worries all go, We're swingin' with the skeletons, ready to go! [Chorus – Male and Female Group] Swing, swing, swing with the skeleton crew! Shake those bones like the dead folks do! (He's got rhythm!) She's got style! We've been dancing in the graveyard for a hundred miles! Swing, swing, swing till the morning light, We're the hottest dead band on Halloween night! So grab your partner, don't be late, We're swingin' with the skeletons till half past eight! [Verse 2 – Female Group] There's a lady ghost in a satin gown, And a vampire cat who's the talk of the town. The zombies are jitterbugging, the mummies do the bop, And the headless horseman's doing handstands on the top. The bass man's a phantom, the pianist's a ghoul, And the bandleader's a skeleton with a golden rule: If you haven't got a heartbeat, that's perfectly fine, Just keep your feet in time with the band on the line! [Chorus – Full Big Band] Swing, swing, swing with the skeleton crew! Shake those bones like the dead folks do! (He's got rhythm!) She's got style! We've been dancing in the graveyard for a hundred miles! Swing, swing, swing till the morning light, We're the hottest dead band on Halloween night! [Instrumental – Saxophone solo, brass breaks, walking bass] [Bridge – Crooner] Now the moon is sinking low, And we've one more dance to go! [Final Chorus – Brass and Group Vocals] Swing, swing, swing with the skeleton crew! There's a place in the graveyard reserved for you! Swing, swing, swing till the stars depart, You may be dead, but you've got a living heart! [Outro – Brass sting] Same time next year, darling! [End – Big-band flourish]
