As the midnight hour approached

On the eve of Hallow’een

Gaze through any graveyard gate

And witness a hellish scene.

The graves they all lie open

Their occupants standing near

One holds gin, one has wine and one is gulping beer!

 

Jimmy Powell, a youthful ghoul, who crashed his car one night

With bulging eyes and green tinged skin, is not a pretty sight.

But he’s dancing cheek to jowl with a girlish ghoul he met

Her limbs are slightly slimy and her mouth is terribly wet.

 

Now, Grandpa Jones, with creaky bones, is doing a jig in the heather

He has no skin to keep the heat in but doesn’t mind the weather.

Amourous Annie, the heart attack Granny, is on the prowl for a beau

Not many men, alive or dead were willing to have a go.

The twins, Dick and Joan, sadly gone, flitted from tree to tree

With their new angel wings, the pretty wee things, were as happy as happy can be.

Handsome Jack Moon who can carry a tune, is disintegrating fast

He will sing from his heart, then have to depart, this party will be his last.

 

The graveyard is lit like a carnival show

Graves lit from within with an eerie glow

Revellers writhe in a grotesque dance

And if someone should happen to see them by chance.

 

A wanderer who has lost his way

Too much booze on a holiday

They’ll stagger and stare and probably think

The blame lies with the demon drink.

 

But if they’re sober and ambling along

Death due to fright and they’ll join our wee throng

So beware and avoid on Hallow’een Eve

The Dead Zone of a graveyard, that’s if you believe.

In ghosts and goblins and bumps in the night

Witches and warlocks and vampires who bite!