Brom Bones
When the spooks have a
midnight jamboree
They break it up with fiendish glee
Ghosts are bad
but the one that's cursed
Is the Headless Horseman
he's the worst
Chorus
That's right, he's a fright
on Halloween night
Brom Bones
But when he goes a joggin'
'cross the land
Holding his noggin in his hand
Demons take one look and groan
And hit the road for parts unknown