I listen to the radio, and then my mind starts playing tricks with the words . . . 

I like hangin’ upside-down and sleepin’ all day long,

‘cause it doesn’t remind me of anything.

 

I like spittin’ out goblins and wicked songs,

‘cause it doesn’t remind me of anything.

 

I like voodoo doll grins and talkin’ to crows,

‘cause it doesn’t remind me of anything.

 

I like pumpkin cackles and listenin’ to howls,

‘cause it doesn’t remind me of anything.

 

I like finding light wanderin’ in the dark,

‘cause it doesn’t remind me of anything.

 

I like sproutin’ an evil head and namin’ him Bob,

‘cause it doesn’t remind me of anything.

 

I like grabbin’ my shovel and playin’ Wake the Dead,

‘cause it doesn’t remind me of anything.