Zombie Hands

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