Ghost men with angry eyes Witches with wooden broom Devils with pointy horns Seems like a big typhoon Seeing the monks a the cloisters You're dying for fear and fright Habits and cowls are on Vampires are flying by What's frightening most Living with a ghost You now that you can Meet the magic man Don't want to think about it I don't wane dream about it Ghost men with angry eyes Witches with wooden broom Devils with pointy horns Seems like a big typhoon