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At the end of Fifth Avenue, in the morning about two
In the park, in the dark,
as I walked through the shadows of the moon
A voice called to me and I looked up to see
A striking young woman
was hanging from a branch of a tree.
I stopped dead. . . in my tracks
With her piercing eyes. . . I was trapped like rat
Come here little sweet thing. . . Forget all you know.
Me and my friends want to
Welcome . . . you to the show
Then up from the ground came a howling sound
Skeletons came shouting
and screaming and jumping around
Spirits came up from the ground
They started dancing around
I was in serious trouble.
When they did the skeleton shuffle. Oh No, Oh No, Oh No, Oh No . . .
We all rattled and rolled like manics
All around Washington Square
Poking me with their fingers
All bony and bare
While the woman was swinging
from an old Elm tree
Oh No Her neck was broken
but her spirit was free. Was free . . .Was free . . .Was free . . .