THE HEADLESS HEARSEMEN

When the spooks have a midnight Jamboree They break it up with fiendish glee Ghosts are bad, but the one's that're cursed are the Headless Hearsemen, They're the worst(That's right, They're a fright, on Halloween night!) But when they go a-Rockin' 'cross the land Holdin' their noggins in Their hands Demons take one look and groan And hit the road for parts unknown Beware, take care, They ride alone...And there's no spook, like a spook who's spurned They don't like it, and They're really burned They swear to the longest day, they're dead They'll show them that they can get a headThey say They're tired of Their moppy tops They've got a yen to make a swap So They ride one night each year To find some heads in the hollow hereNow They like 'em little, They like them big Parted in the middle, or a frightwig Black or white or even red The Headless Hearsemen need some headsWith a hip-hip and a clippity-clop They're out lookin' for some tops to chop So don't stop to figure out a plan You can't reason with a Headless Band...Now if you doubt this tale is so I met those spooks just a year ago No, I didn't stop for a second look For once you cross that bridge, my friends The ghosts are through, Their power endsSo when you're riding home tonight Make for the bridge with all your might They'll be down in the hollow there They need your heads, look out, beware!With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop They're out looking for some heads to swap So don't try to figure out a plan You can't reason with a Headless Band...! Photo by Brendan (from Show at Spike's)Photos from the Satisfaction show @ the Derby - Brenda Milton