“When ghosts have a midnight jamboree
They broke it up with fiendish glee
Ghosts are bad but the one that’s cursed
Is the Headless Horseman, he’s the worst

When he goes a-jogging across the land
Holding his noggin in his hand
Demons take one look and groan
And hit the road for parts unknown

There's no fright like a spook that's spurned
They don’t like him and he’s really burnt
Swears to the longest day he's dead
He'll show them that he can get a head"