LYRIC

Halloween, all the witches flying by
Can't you see her broomstick in the sky?
All the werewolves trade their teeth for zombie hands
While the vampires tell their tales of foreign lands

But beware, don't you dare
Don't you dare, even stare
Or a ghost will come and pull your hair

Oho-ohhh uuuuuuh
A ghost will come and pull your hair

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