Skeletal Swing in the Crypt

The moon is a lantern, the crypt is awake

Bones on the rafters begin to shake

I tiptoe down where the candle flames sway

Skeleton hosts call, come dance the night away

We laugh in the dark till the sun comes up

Clack of our heels in a rattling cup

Spin in the shadows, twirl through the gloom

Midnight dance party in the crypt's back room

We laugh

We laugh till sunrise

We laugh

Under crooked skies

Honky tonk piano goes ping on a stone

A bright bass prowls like a cat of its own

Jazz brushes whisper the clarinet sigh

Then every old ribcage starts cutting the sky

We laugh in the dark ′til the sun comes up

Clack of our heels in a rattling cup

Spit in the shadows, twirl through the gloom

Midnight dance party in the crypt's back room

We laugh

We laugh ′til sunrise

We laugh

I'm in the crooked sky

When the first pale ribbon of morning appears

We're still in our graves with a grinful of years

The bats do a bow as the last note rings

And the dead keep time with their bony wings

We laugh in the dark till the sun comes up

Clack of our heels in a rattling cup

Spin in the shadows, twirl through the gloom

Midnight dance party in the Crips backroom

We laugh

We laugh till sunrise

We laugh

Under crooked skies