Showing posts with label ghosts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ghosts. Show all posts

Friday, October 2, 2009

A Few of Ghoul's Favorite Things

Ghosts in white sheets who are who are bleached, washed, and pressed.
Witches who fly on their brooms, over-dressed.
Goblins who feast on hot deep fried bat wings.
These are a few of my favorite things.

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Bones picked quite clean by the local town buzzard.
Skulls who remind you of Great Uncle Fuzzard.
Spiders who lurk by the dark bathtub rings.
These are a few of my favorite things!

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Scarecrows who dance while the full moon is shining.
Witches who waltz while deep spells they're divining.
Cauldrons that bubble with brew the witch brings.
These are a few of my favorite things.

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When the hound bays, when the cat howls,
When ghosts clank their chains
I simply remember my favorite things
And sit down to dine on brains!

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Catch your favorite things here.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Garden Party for Ghouls

(sung to the tune of "Garden Party")

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I went to a garden party to reminisce with all the ghouls
Hadn’t seen a bunch of them since April Fool’s.
When I got to the garden party, they all hollered “Boo!”
Swilling ectoplasm, in the ghosts all flew.

{Refrain}
And it's all right now. Time to haunt some homes.
Spook out all the attics and the catacombs.

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Bats came from the belfries. Ghosts came from the tombs.
Witches came from covens, filling up the rooms.
Dracula woke from his nap. Said he had a thirst,
But the bats were at the bowl, quenching their thirst first.

{Refrain}
And it's all right now. Time to haunt some homes.
Spook out all the attics and the catacombs.

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Spiders spun their wispy nets. Owlvis hooted loud.
Skeletons were dancing all throughout the crowd.
“I Aint’t Got No Body” was their sad refrain.
Grab some bones and make your own; time for Ghoul Soul Train.

{Refrain}
And it's all right now. Time to haunt some homes.
Spook out all the attics and the catacombs.


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Someone opened up a crypt. Out stepped Bert the Bat,
Drinking Type O cocktails, boozing with the cat.
Spiders danced the eight step. Pumpkins rolled around.
Witches limbo-ed ‘neath their brooms. Pumpkins smashed the ground.

{Refrain}
And it's all right now. Time to haunt some homes.
Spook out all the attics and the catacombs.


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In my ebay store.