When it comes to surprises in the moonlit night I excel without ever even trying I am the best
With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms I have see grown men give out a shriek With a wave of my hand and a well-placed moan I have swept the very bravest off their feet
Yet year after year, it's the same routine And I grow so weary of the sound of screams And I, I am the best
I'm a master of fright and a demon of light And I'll scare you right out of your pants To a guy in Kentucky, I am Mister Unlucky And I'm known throughout England and France