Текст песни
(Verse 1)
He's filled with straw, he's dressed in rags,
His burlap face is old and sags.
He's guarded corn for fifty years,
He's fed on crows, he's fed on fears.
(Chorus)
He'll leave his post, he'll be your host,
The one you fear the very most.
He whispers, "Greetings, friend...
...A very Happy Halloween."
(Verse 2)
The farmers see the empty field,
They know their fate is truly sealed.
He's walking now, with shuffling feet,
He's going for a "trick or treat."
(Chorus)
He'll leave his post, he'll be your host,
The one you fear the very most.
He whispers, "Greetings, friend...
...A very Happy Halloween."
