Dawdling in the cellar Whining on the dungeon step Underground dweller Hammers at the coal-flap
Catching the gnats Tearing off their opal wings Frightening the rats Wistful ghost sadly sings:
''Why no one ever peeps into this place? No one sweeps out the dusty staircase Many tricks I prepared Even walls will be scared Of my face! Why rusty lock doesn't click anymore? No one opens the folding door Almost seventy years No man hears Bogie's terrible ROAR!''
The banister has to retain Clammy scullion's hand The eyes full of fear and his hair Funny standing on end And also these lovers that flew off without the pants It should be so scary to hear my scream in the height of erotic romance
''Nickering mad'' ''Shrieking demon in flame'' So many baleful names I have had In the days of my fame
O-oh! Sweet shades of the past Making people aghast I was the maestro of fright New blazonry every night Incredible shows with infernal guffaws Horrifying... emotional sight!