Spook house round the corner
In the garden's a massive rottweiler
People go there, they're never heard of after
In the night hear the spook laughter
Seven little ladies seem the occupy the basement
None of these old spookys seem to need a hip replacement
S. P. O. O. K. Y. spooky
waxworks in the hallways, waxworks I ain't sure
Coz there's taxidermy paraphernalia on all floors
The spooks are all widows but when did their husbands die
I've head reports of aliens on broomsticks in the sky
But I've never seen the light on in the darkness, not a gleam
Trick or treaters don't come knocking on the night of Halloween
I'm generally not paranoid, I'm rational thinking
But if I'm asked about the house I always need a drinker
Tingles on my forehead, shivers up my spine
The spooks are coming for me and I don't wanna die