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Na na na na na na na na na na na na na (4x)
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AAAHHHH!
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It's Friday night dark scary
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Lonely walkin' through the park cemetery.
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And it's foggy cold and smoggy.
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I hear a dog a howlin' doggie.
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I'm scared shoulda brought a shotgun
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Would've should've but I ain't got one.
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But I'll watch my back and what's that?
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The caretaker a dirty old hunchback.
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Better run hide quick fast
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He's comin' for my ass wit a- shovel.
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Nowhere to run or to hide but a gravepit,
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So I dove in, I did the dumb shit.
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Took a fall, even at 6 foot.
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Down the stairs hit a floor,
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And through a door.
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Into a whole new world of stiffs,
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Bodies, heads, and sexy little dead chicks.
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Club lights, sounds, bass.
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DJ's spinnin' with maggots on their face.
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But what I saw next that really took me.
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Uhh! They did the headless boogie!
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(chorus):
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Hey, yo! I heard that ya died. (la la)
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Fuck that! It's time to get live! (la la)
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Dead bodies let's all take a ride!
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Lead to the left and slide! (the headless boogie)
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Hey, yo! I heard that ya died. (la la)
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Fuck that! It's time to get live! (la la)
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Dead bodies let's all take a ride!
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Lead to the left and sliiide!
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(End Chorus)
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Awwww yeah!
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We dug up the finest bitches in the graveyard.
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So c'mon down!
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And if you ain't come to get your funk out,
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Then get the fuck out, bitch!
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They all stand straight, and swing to the side. (Uh!)
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No heads, but they feet still glide. (Uh-Huh!)
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Take a step back, twist and dive. (Yeah!)
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I even seen Kurt Cobain gettin' live!
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No heads, but they all funky!
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And drunk, drinkin' old spunky!
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Don't be shy, everyone's able.
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Hit the floor leave your nugget on the table.
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And kick step, but when you do kick soft,
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If they're dead, your legs might fall off.
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The whole time, I can't belive, I can't concieve,
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I don't wanna... leave.
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Hooooooe!
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I'm kickin' into a freak with no head.
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No face but the rest is straight.
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She's wit it, I hit it like a... G.
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Her back fell off.... UGH! Excuse me.
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Zombies, mummies, and Frankenstein.
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Drinkin' Cisco Disco Dead wine.
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Dead stiffs, comin' through the door.
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Heads, fingers, and limbs on the floor.
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I'm gettin' drunk, I wanna be down.
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What's up? I wanna be the headless clown! (heh hehehehe!)
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They rolled out the jigsaw and got raw.
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That ended it all, I did the headless boogie.
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(chorus)
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Hey YO! Fuck that voodoo claw shit, bitch!
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You comin' freakin with the real dead juggalos.
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So come on by, and we'll chop your nugget off
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So you can freak that shiiit!
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(chorus)
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(chorus w/fade out at end)
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~J talking to Shaggs~
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Headless Boogie
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Hurricane #1 |