 Let's all keep our voices low,
Here's a story you don't know,
As good as anything we can't watch on HBO.
Before you say it's all bunk,
Or throw it out as so much junk,
Listen what this guy's been hiding in his trunk.
He's looking for me,
He's looking for you.
He'll cut off your feet
Just to take your shoes
There was that little girl,
Pink ribbon, auburn curls,
Who ended up as cargo and then taken for a whirl.
He must've given her a whack,
Pre-teen surprise attack,
She ended up between the guys' spare tire and his jack.
He's looking for me.
He's looking for you.
He'll cut off your feet,
Just to take your shoes.
He's looking for me.
He's looking for you.
Believe you me,
Every word is true.
In his kitchen there's a corpse,
He made a meal of his divorce,
He eats a different body part for every different course.
In his basement there's a crypt,
It's so well, well equipped,
He's seen so many ghoulish things they now seem non-descript.
He's looking for me.
He's looking for you.
Another peep,
And we'll be through.
He's looking for me,
He's looking for you,
He'll cut off your feet,
Just to take your shoes.
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