When everyone was tucked up tight
and darkness ate up all the light
I wiggled and I wormed my way outside...
But the boy whose head, inside I hid
Is no longer a tiny kid,
Today the age of sixty-five...
Oh brains as old as these
are susceptible to mental disease
So now my master's mute... Locked in an institute
I will show them all!
I've discovered a ruse
to leave this body in which whose
head I've been a resident for many years...
If I just collect the goodies
from inside six other boogies
I can build myself a skin and leave from here...
Oh just you wait and see,
all the skin belongs... to me...
So I shall search these halls for other Boogie souls
I will show them all!
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