Tiptoe Through The Graveyard

[Intro]
Well, uhh... We gon' carry right on here with a uhh... I'm so happy that you're all so interested by the way... uhh, with Gruesome Lawrence and his friends. They gon' do a little thing they wrote themselves called "Tiptoe Through The Graveyard". Oooh, spooky...

[Verse 1]
Somehow the prospect of camping in outer space
Seems to be further than ice cream on Mars
However, I'd just like to add, sort of save my face
I'm not contemplating no trips under cars
Hmm, and the problеm of having to trade
My beads for a spacesuit just lеaves me dismayed
I'd hold out 'til Monday if I thought that it paid
But I have to go polish my spade

[Pre-Chorus]
Maybe a deal could be made with the heads of state
Cross legged 'round fires in purple-y haze
La la la, la la la...

[Chorus]
Tiptoe through the gra-ve-yard
Don't kick any buckets...

[Piano Solo]

(I don't think people should be allowed to do this kind of thing)

(Who's that geezer on the piano then?)

(Poncho O'Froat...)

[Verse 2]
And the problem of having to trade
My beads for a spacesuit just leaves me dismayed
I'd hold out 'til Monday if I thought that it paid
But I have to go polish my spade

[Outro]
Well, that was Gruesome Larry and his friends with uhh- "Tiptoe Through The Graveyard". I hope you liked it, people...