Music Box House

(To the tune of the Music Box House)

Turning up the music real loud seems to keep the monsters down

Music so high we can't hear them, music so loud that they drown

Playing our music-box music keeps the undead things away

No more strange ReDeads and no more rank Gibdos and no hooded Garos today

It is high time that we celebrate at last

No more dead things that came marching from the past

Finally the Poes are off our backs at last

Perhaps for once we can sit back and relax

No need to be wary now time to be lax

Thanks to that kid who turned your curse to a mask

Now we can be together again, father and child