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It's Friday night, dark, scary,
Lonely walkin' through the park cemetery.
And it's foggy, cold and smoggy.
I hear a dog, a howlin' doggie.
I'm scared, shoulda brought a shotgun
Would've, should've, but I ain't got one.
But I'll watch my back, and what's that?
The caretaker, a dirty old hunchback.
Better run, hide, quick, fast,
He's comin' for my ass wit a- shovel.
Nowhere to run or to hide but a gravepit,
So I dove in, I did the dumb shit.
Took a fall, even at 6 foot.
Down the stairs hit a floor,
And through a door.
Into a whole new world of stiffs,
Bodies, heads, and sexy little dead chicks.
Club lights, sounds, bass.
DJ's spinnin' with maggots on their face.
But what I saw next that really took me.
Uhh! They did the headless boogie!
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