A black cat sits upon my tomb
Howlin' at the pumpkin moon
He wakes me up most every night
And when I rise it's such a fright
A-hoo, a-hoo
A-hoo, a-hoo
My skin hangs off my yellow bones
And when I speaks I only moans
If you see me passing by
You my friend must surely die
A-hoo, a-hoo
A-hoo, a-hoo
When they find you in the morn
My rotten corpse will be long gone
It's when they dig you up at dawn
My stinkin' bones will say so long
A-hoo, a-hoo
A-hoo, a-hoo
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