MAKE WAY for MR. BONES!

When 12 o'clock strikes on Halloween night,
If you look you'll see a ghostly sight.
A grinning skeleton rises out from the ground
Clasping a horn and making musical sounds.
~ GO, MR. BONES, GO! ~

Hear him clatter down the street,
Rattling bones and tapping feet,
Blowing on his horn, he's Mr.Elite.
~ BLOW, MR. BONES, BLOW! ~

Notes go drifting in the air,
Floating like leaves, falling everywhere.
Some land here, some land there,
MAKE IT WAIL, MR. BONES! WAH ~ WAH ~ WAH ~ WAAH! ~

YAY! Mr. Bones! Ghosts and witches watch the feat,
As he goes strutting down the street,
Finger bones popping to the beat,
~ DANCE, MR. BONES DANCE! ~

So stop by the cemetery, if you've a mind.
Mr. Bones is hiring dancers, if you're so inclined.
Permanent employment, just join the line.
MAKE IT LAUGH, MR. BONES! ~ HA ~ HA ~ HA ~ HAAAH! ~