(Tempo: Fast Cabaret Swing — Big Band & Plucked Banjo) (Spoken theatrical intro over a minor-key horn swell) Step right up, cats and ghouls! The sky’s turned green, the moon's out of sight, And the Sunchoke dead are swinging tonight! (Verse 1) A blazing star shoots through the dark, The cemetery ignites a spark! Old rust-iron wire twirls around the pine, While creepy little crawlers march in line. The earth begins to shimmy, the ghouls begin to sway, You’d better lace your dancin’ shoes before you're swept away! (Chorus) Oh, it’s the Sunchoke Stomp! (Clap-clap!) Shake those old dry bones! It’s the Sunchoke Stomp! Hear the tuba groan! The wind starts to whistle, the shadows start to scream, Come strut along the rhythm of a spook-house dream! (Verse 2) Hear the wooden-leg shuffle in the midnight cold, Good folks turn rotten, or so I am told! Old Lady Lobshe giggles from her spider-web throne, Binding every fella to a bed of stone. The brass section hollers, the snare drum rattles loud, Here come the skeletons right out of their shroud! (Chorus) Oh, it’s the Sunchoke Stomp! (Clap-clap!) Shake those old dry bones! It’s the Sunchoke Stomp! Hear the tuba groan! The wind starts to whistle, the shadows start to scream, Come strut along the rhythm of a spook-house dream! (Dance Call Out / Bridge — Shouted with call-and-response brass) Left foot, stomp! (Honk! Honk!) Right foot, slide! (Slide trombone) Watch out, brother, or you’ll lose your hide! Raise those skeleton hands—shuffle down low! That graveyard jive is the only tune they know! The storm's in full swing, there’s nowhere to hide, When the spooky-troupe rhythm takes you for a ride! (Guitar/Banjo Solo – Fast, manic strumming) (Chorus) It’s the Sunchoke Stomp! (Clap-clap!) Dance right through the grave! It’s the Sunchoke Stomp! Not a single soul to save! Twisters go a-spinning, shadows screech and scream, Step to the tempo of a midnight dream! (Outro) Stomp to survive, boys! Swing to stay alive! In the Sunchoke’s grip, ain't nobody gonna thrive! Fade out on a sliding trombone and a frantic snare roll... (Spoken laugh) Ha-ha-ha-ha... That’s all, folks!
