Three little words in the dead of night, A crooked grin appears in the candlelight. Black candles flicker in a crooked hall, Green shadows crawl while the portraits fall. A ghostly grin behind a striped disguise, A silver tongue with mischief in his eyes. The afterlife has rules we can't explain, But every broken rule can wake the game. One whispered name and every lock comes loose, Three little words — and here comes Beetlejuice. Don't say the name, Don't feed the flame. The walls are breathing, Nothing stays the same. BEETLEJUICE! BEETLEJUICE! BEETLEJUICE! Three times spoken — now there's no excuse! Dancing with the dead, laughing in the night, Turning every nightmare into twisted delight. BEETLEJUICE! BEETLEJUICE! BEETLEJUICE! Chaos wears a black-and-white striped suit! Close the door, kill the lights, When the dead start dancing — WELCOME TO THE NIGHT! A handbook full of secrets and mistakes, A sandworm sleeping underneath the wastes. The staircase twists, the crooked hallways bend, A funeral begins where the party never ends. With venom dressed as charm, he makes his play, He sells you paradise then steals the day. One little word, then two become three — Now every ghost in town is staring back at me. ONE! TWO! THREE! YOU KNOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT! BEETLEJUICE! BEETLEJUICE! BEETLEJUICE! Three times spoken — now there's no excuse! Dancing with the dead, laughing in the night, Turning every nightmare into twisted delight. BEETLEJUICE! BEETLEJUICE! BEETLEJUICE! Chaos wears a black-and-white striped suit! Say his name and watch the whole world break— ONE MORE WORD! ONE MORE MISTAKE! SAY IT! BEETLEJUICE! THREE TIMES! NO ESCAPE! The house is quiet... Don't say his name.
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