Gather 'round and I'll elucidate What goes on outside when it gets late Along about midnight the ghosts and banshees They get together for their nightly jamboree There's things with horns and saucer eyes Some with fangs about this size Some are fat and some are thin And some don't even wear their skin
When the spooks have a midnight jamboree They break it up with fiendish glee The ghosts are bad but the one that's cursed Is the headless horseman; he's the worst
When he goes a joggin' 'cross the land Holding his noggin in his hand Demons take one look and groan And they hit the road to parts unknown Beware, take care he rides alone
And there's no spook like a spook that's spurned They don't like him and he's really burned He swears to the longest day he's dead He'll show them that he can get a head
They say he's tired of his flaming top He's got a yen to make a swap So he rides one night each year To find a head in the hollow here
He likes 'em little He likes 'em big Parted in the middle or a wig Black or white or even red The headless horseman needs a head
With a hip, hip and a clippity clop He's out looking for a top to chop So don't stop to figure out a plan You can't reason with a headless man!