A black cat sits upon my tomb Howlin' at the pumpkin moon He wakes me up most every night And when I rise it's such a fright A-hoo, a-hoo A-hoo, a-hoo My skin hangs off my yellow bones And when I speaks I only moans If you see me passing by You my friend must surely die A-hoo, a-hoo A-hoo, a-hoo When they find you in the morn My rotten corpse will be long gone It's when they dig you up at dawn My stinkin' bones will say so long A-hoo, a-hoo A-hoo, a-hoo