It’s a jolly mans tune playing from your spoon,
A little eager tune that’s quickly raising tempo,
Beheaded men rising just as quickly.

It’s a jolly mans tune playing from your spoon,
And you’ll realize, there’s no one here tonight,
The bar is in silence and you’ll be stuck for a long time.

Footsteps from the outside,
Chiming lightly through the glass,
A ghost perhaps in the glowy evening moon.

A sudden flash of green hurries along,
You’re not alone on this fated night,
The sound of the wind shivers with fright.

It’s a jolly mans tune playing from your spoon,
A happy little tune, not meant for one or two,
This little tune, holds all its worth in your crew,

Let’s never sail on the October 31st,
Let’s never keep that little music box,
Oh let’s never listen,

To the jolly mans tune that’s playing from your spoon.