Man, you know that house up at the end of the road
That no-one goes near?
Well, let me tell you why they don't
Well, in the haunted house at the top of the hill
The spooks skim around to test their skill
At the stoke of twelve every night
The scene is such a frightful sight
Stay-stay away when the ghosts and the goblins play
When the hands of the clock spell out midnight
Better get in out of sight
Well, the ghosts and the witches and the devil too
Are into mixing up a brew
And if a man should venture near
His soul inside would disappear
Their soul and mind is in their brews
Things of which we have no clue
All we do is hope and pray, we'll be here another day
Stay-stay away when the ghosts and the goblins play
When the hands of the clock spell out midnight
Better get in out of sight
Well, the footloose life I did lead
My soul is filled with selfish greed
Bless my soul as I found this plight
The devil's judging yours tonight
Oh, brother hear me when I say
You better live right every day
'Cause someday it will be your turn
And if you roam your soul will burn
Stay-stay away when the ghosts and the goblins play
When the hands of the clock spell out midnight
Better get in out of sight
