Música: Don Rage y Gene De Paul
Letra: Don Rage y Gene De Paul

Just gather 'round and I'll elucidate
On what goes on outside when it gets late

Alone about midnight the ghosts and banshees
They get together for their nightly jamboree
There's things with horns and saucer eyes
Some with fangs about this size
Some are fat and some are thin
And some don't even wear their skin.

I'm telling you, brother, it's a frightful sight
To see what goes on Halloween night

When the spooks have a midnight jamboree
They break it up with fiendish glee
Ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed
It's the Headless Horseman, he's the worst

That's right, he's a fright, on Halloween night

But when he goes a joggin' 'cross the land
Holding his noggin in his hand
Demons take one look and groan
And they hit the road for parts unknown

Beware, take care, he rides alone

And there's no spook, like a spook who's spurned
They don't like him, and he's really burned
He swears to the longest day he's dead
He'll show them that he can get a head

They say he's tired of his flaming top
He's got a yen to make a swap
So he rides one night each year
To find a head in the hollow here

Now he likes 'em little, he likes 'em big
Parted in the middle, or a wig
Black or white or even red
The Headless Horseman needs a head

With a hip-hip and a clippity-clop
He's out lookin' for a top to chop
So don't stop to figure out a plan
You can't reason with a headless man

Now if you doubt this tale is so
I met that spook just a year ago
Now, I didn't stop for a second look
But made for the bridge that spans the brook
For once you've crossed that bridge, my friend

The ghost is through, his power ends

So when you're ridin' home tonight
Make for the bridge with all your might
He'll be down in the hollow there
He needs your head
Look out, beware

With a hip, hip and a clippity-clop
He's out looking for a head to swap
So don't try to figure out a plan
You can't reason with a headless man