Phantom Romance

[Verse] The parlor clock has struck thirteen A skeleton key for the ghost machine We dust off the velvet, we polish the brass While the specters all giggle and peer through the glass [Pre-Chorus] Oh, mortal, come waltz with the damp and the chill Where the shadows are heavy and nothing stands still Sanctus, san-ctus, hear the floorboards creak The dead have a very theatrical squeak! [Chorus] So kick up your heels in the sepulchre swing! Hear the phantom brass section eternally ring! We’re rotting in style, oh, we’re dying to dance Give a ghostly old bow to a phantom romance! [Verse] The cobwebs are woven like vintage lace With a permanent grin on each skull-like face We sip elderberry from goblets of lead And gossip quite freely about all the dead [Pre-Chorus] The moon is a spotlight, the fog is a stage We turn every gothic and gruesome old page Sanctus, san-ctus, let the organ groan We rattle our chains to a bouncy trombone! [Chorus] So kick up your heels in the sepulchre swing! Hear the phantom brass section eternally ring! We’re rotting in style, oh, we’re dying to dance Give a ghostly old bow to a phantom romance! [Bridge] [A cheeky pause] ...and then... The coffin lid pops with a comical squeak! And the banshees all sing in a very loud shriek! [Chorus] So kick up your heels in the sepulchre swing! Hear the phantom brass section eternally ring! We’re rotting in style, oh, we’re dying to dance Give a ghostly old bow to a phantom romance! [Outro] The curtain descends on the midnight review The phantom of comedy bids you... A dew [Instrumental]