I dare you all to go into
The Haunted House on Howlin Hill
Where squiggly things with yellow eyes
Peek past the wormy window sill
We'll creep into the moonlit yard
Where weeds reach out like fingers
And through the rotted old front door
That's squeaking on its hinges
Down the dark and dirty hall
Past the musty study
Up the winding staircase
Don't step on the step that's bloody
Through the secret panel
To the bedroom where we'll slide in
Staring at the ancient bed
Ten people must have died in
And the monsters will creep
And the spirits will scream
And the thunder will crash like a horrible dream
And we'll sing with the zombies
And dance with the dead
And howl at the ghost with the ax in it's head
And- Come to think of it, what do you say
we go for some ice cream instead.