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Spooky is Soooo Last Year

This song was created for Game of Bands round 205 : "Halloween"

Lyrics:

Oh my god,
We get it Home Depot, you got a big boney-boi.
But that’s not what Halloween is about.
It’s about Jason, Freddy, and Michael Meyers.
And someone’s got to remind this town of that.

Might as well be me!

Skimpy flowers, skimpy bees,
Dollar-store costumes just ain’t my scene
My mother was an eighties scream queen
My father, [she said] he was Ed Gein

There's no other course of action
In my heart there’s been this passion
Never liked the girls who looked like mommy,
And I know what you did last summer-
[fucking] nothing! {spoken with exacerbation}

Look in the back, they got a cool mask,
[Yo] Ghostface Killa, get off [of] my back
We gotta teach ‘em a lesson, when it’s all pitch black
Gonna make a slasher flick with this soundtrack

Forget the corn syrup, we’re doing this for real
Brought my Lamson Knife, and it’s stainless steel
Throwing a house party and you’re all coming
Nobody gonna leave til the blood stops running {Alt: Nobody leaves ‘til the blood stop running}

(Skit)
Phone rings
“Hey Sarah, party at my place. The big house, 30 minutes from the Sherriff's station down the old dirt road.
Yeah, just use Google Maps or something- and invite your friends! Cool, I’m dying to see you.”

Hey Jessica, Drew, it’s been forever
I haven’t been out my house whatsoever-
You think the booze here is a little weak?
[Girl] I got the good stuff in the back, just [come and] follow me

Yeah, it’s normal for a shed to be lined with plastic
Did you think Huey Lewis’ last record was fantastic?
Is this a raincoat? Why, yes it is!
Now hold still while I see what’s in your head

Pump up the track, I got a cool mask,
[Yo] Chainsaw Freak, get off [of] my back
We gotta teach ‘em a lesson, when it’s all pitch black
Gonna make a slasher flick with this soundtrack

Forget the corn syrup, we’re doing this for real
Brought my Fire Axe, and it’s stainless steel
Throwing a house party and you’re all coming
Nobody gonna leave til the blood stops running

Hello Clarice, now that your head’s in a jar
I can be sure that you won’t stray very far
But it’s the only way I could make you stay
Come on, Nancy’s-face-lamp,
No need to look so down!

Pump up the track, I got a cool mask,
[Yo] Jeepers Creepers, get off [of] my back
We gotta teach ‘em a lesson, when it’s all pitch black
Gonna make a slasher flick with this soundtrack

Forget the squibs, we’re doing this for real
Brought my Buck 120, and it’s stainless steel
Throwing a house party and you’re all coming
Nobody gonna leave til the blood stops running


Nobody gonna leave til the blood stops running
Nobody gonna leave til the blood stops running

[Ending skit under vocalizations:
“This is Tammy Jarvis with the Plainsfield, Wisconsin’s sheriff’s department. We have you surrounded. Come out with your hands up. Please release any hostages- Oh god! What did you do to those girls! Open fire! Jesus christ, it has no effect- run! run!”]
[Exit]

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