In this town of Halloween.

Pumpkins scream in the dead of night.

Horrendous and frightening is a normal sight.

This is Halloween.

This is Halloween.

Monsters that hide under your bed.

Things that can rip off your head.

In this town we call home.

Hail to the pumpkin king made of bone.

This is Halloween.

This is Halloween.

Want a surprise?

Things the pounce, slither, crawl and shiver.

Take a chance and roll the dice you have nothing to lose.

You can't die twice!

Everybody scream.

Everybody scream.

It's our town of Halloween.

There's a clown with a tear away face.

Nails that scratch your windowpane and Disappear without a trace.

I'm the wind that blows your hair.

Always watching,always there.

I'm the shadows in your room.

I'm the monster under the bed,so you dread the dark.

Don't turn out the lights.

Embark on this frightening night.

Welcome,we love to fright.

This is Halloween.

This is Halloween.

Life's a scream in this town of Halloween.

Jack is king of the pumpkin patch.

Went up in flames at a strike of a match.

Now he's a skeleton all of bone.

The king of this town, we call home.

Everyone sing, hail to the king.

This is Halloween.

This is Halloween.

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