Where did All the Goblins ‘n Ghouls go? (The Tomaso
Collection)
Ah, where’s good 'Ol Vincent Price
when Yuhs needs him, since after all, It's just A Thriller Ha-Ha-Ha-Hah…
“The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzly ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller”
As it’s back like a Bad rash, or a Zombie on Elm Street…
I was working on the “Confuzer” late
Monday night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
From my monitor a scary picture began to show
And suddenly to my surprise
A Zombie-like Kurt Busch apparition Onscreen
began to singHe did the mash
He did the RASSCAR mash
The RASSCAR mash
It was a graveyard smash
He did the mash
It caught on in a flash
He did the mash
He did the RASSCAR mash
From my humble apartment’s abode
To the room’s cathode ray glow
And amongst the Nabors dwellings
Where the vampires feast
The ghouls all came out from their alcoves
Chanting “Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy!”
Hoping to snatch a peak
Of some Roundy-round racin’
Flickering on my TV
(Thru the patio’s window)
They did the mash
They did the RASSCAR mash
The RASSCAR mash
It was a graveyard smash
They did the mash
It caught on in a flash
They did the mash
They did the RASSCAR mash
And although The “Junior Nation” zombies were in foul Despair
Over 'lil E's Shrewd 'N wise move
To rest his Aching Head
Nonetheless, 'lil Ironhead invited the
likes 'O
Kenny Wallace, Larry MacReynolds, Mr.
Goodbar, Kyle Petty
And other assorted friends to join in
Upon this little party
As the building was rockin', everyone
having to put up with the blare
of the next door neighbor’s surround sound TV wailing a pitiful noise
That sounded like Rusty Wallace
scratchin’ a chalkboard
While a pair ‘O Beagle’s howled in
misery
As Dusk turned to Night
And the little Coffin-Bangers were
soon to arrive
With their candy bags and dressed up
While BOOGITY-BOOGITY-BOOGITY! ‘Ol DW',
Kevin Harvick, Smoke and Rowdy Holmes All Bobbed for Crabapples
Thoust Television’s kept blarin' out that Monster RASSCAR
Mash
They did The Mash
The RASSCAR mash
The RASSCAR mash
It was a graveyard smash
As the TV blared the mash
It caught on in a flash
As it played the mash
It continued to play the RASSCAR mash
Out from my room, my voice crackled loudly
As once again I was disgusted
Yelling loudly and shaking my fists
I screamed, How long do we have to listen to this?
As the drone of ‘lil Trick ‘N Treaters
knocked on the door
As the next door TV still blared the mash
Except It's now more commonly known
As the RASSCAR mash
The RASSCAR mash
But it's almost over
That Monster Y’all know
As Duh Chase, Get Up!
Or if Y’all are in the
mood to check out some original, unique Ghoulish music, visit the link below…
Original lyrics
Thriller
Single, 1984
Title
track From the album Thriller (Nov, 1982
Performed
by: Michael Jackson - featuring Vincent Price
(Written
by: Rod Temperton)
Monster
Mash, 1962
Performed
by: Boris Picket and the Crypt Kickers'
(Written by Bobby (Boris) Picket and Lenny Capizzi)
