Well, the junkie of Mott Street slips inside
Wrangling a serpent that refuses to die
Now that's a lot of venom, he winks with pride
This ain't hell, it's a picnic
Well, come on down to the freak arcade
Where some are grown and most are made
We crush up all the weird ones into lemonade
Grab the ice handle and pick it
Get on board the ghost train
Get on board the ghost train
Now fashion magazines told Sherlock Holmes
Hey, leave a little meat on those chicken bones
And can you really daydream without Davy Jones?
Who is this Auntie Griselda?
Well, John the Dillinger said with a smile
I had a dream last night about a Gomer Pyle
Dressed in tinsel, riding a crocodile
Does this make me crazy?
Get on board the ghost train
Get on board the ghost train
Well, even Hercules freed himself with a ruse
The dragon captain displayed a Kung Fu bruise
And hide all the children and spread the news
Velvet Jesus is a poster
Well, everybody testify, get your hands up in the air
Get on board the ghost train
Get on board the ghost train
Well, everybody testify, get your hands up in the air
Get on board the ghost train
Get on board the ghost train
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