THE HEADLESS HEARSEMEN

When the spooks have a midnight Jamboree

They break it up with fiendish glee

Ghosts are bad, but the one's that're cursed

are the Headless Hearsemen, They're the worst



(That's right, They're a fright, on Halloween night!)

But when they go a-Rockin' 'cross the land

Holdin' their noggins in Their hands

Demons take one look and groan

And hit the road for parts unknown

Beware, take care, They ride alone.



And there's no spook, like a spook who's spurned

They don't like it, and They're really burned

They swear to the longest day, they're dead

They'll show them that they can get a head



They say They're tired of Their moppy tops

They've got a yen to make a swap

So They ride one night each year

To find some heads in the hollow here



Now They like 'em little, They like them big

Parted in the middle, or a frightwig

Black or white or even red

The Headless Hearsemen need some heads



With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop

They're out lookin' for some tops to chop

So don't stop to figure out a plan

You can't reason with a Headless Band.



Now if you doubt this tale is so

I met those spooks just a year ago

No, I didn't stop for a second look

For once you cross that bridge, my friends

The ghosts are through, Their power ends



So when you're riding home tonight

Make for the bridge with all your might

They'll be down in the hollow there

They need your heads, look out, beware!



With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop

They're out looking for some heads to swap

So don't try to figure out a plan

You can't reason with a Headless Band.!

Photo by Brendan (from Show at Spike's)



Photos from the Satisfaction show @ the Derby - Brenda Milton