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Name a song (or 2 or 3...)that would be
perfect for Halloween! Witchy Woman - The Eagles Zombie - The Cranberries Feed My Frankenstein - Alice Cooper |
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Black magic woman
Thriller Welcome to my nightmare |
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Edited by
Scoobert
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Sat 10/31/15 04:34 AM
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Rob Zombie
Everybody Scream - http://youtu.be/YOZG0o-ucNg American Witch - http://youtu.be/iW_egNDoKfo I'm Your Boogieman - http://youtu.be/NwfpBVmrC2g Meet The Creeper - http://youtu.be/CMTk9Qh47uc |
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werewolves in london
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDpYBT0XyvA |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iirdZ62Ncw
MONSTER MASH I was working in the lab late one night When my eyes beheld an eerie sight For my monster from his slab began to rise And suddenly to my surprise He did the mash He did the monster mash The monster mash It was a graveyard smash He did the mash It caught on in a flash He did the mash He did the monster mash From my laboratory in the castle east To the master bedroom where the vampires feast The ghouls all came from their humble abodes To get a jolt from my electrodes They did the mash They did the monster mash The monster mash It was a graveyard smash They did the mash It caught on in a flash They did the mash They did the monster mash The zombies were having fun The party had just begun The guests included Wolf Man Dracula and his son The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds The coffin-bangers were about to arrive With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five" They played the mash They played the monster mash The monster mash It was a graveyard smash They played the mash It caught on in a flash They played the mash They played the monster mash Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring Seems he was troubled by just one thing He opened the lid and shook his fist And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist" It's now the mash It's now the monster mash The monster mash And it's a graveyard smash It's now the mash It's caught on in a flash It's now the mash It's now the monster mash Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band And my monster mash is the hit of the land For you, the living, this mash was meant too When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you Then you can mash Then you can monster mash The monster mash And do my graveyard smash Then you can mash You'll catch on in a flash Then you can mash Then you can monster mash Writer/s: CAPIZZI, LEONARD / PICKETT, BOBBY Publisher: Reservoir One Music, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC |
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Purple people eater....
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Love this one:
About a maid I'll sing this song sing rickety tickety tin ... who did not have her family long Not only did she do them wrong. She did everyone of them in. Them in. She did every one of them in One morning in a fit of pique sing rickety tickety tin ... she drowned her father in the creek The water tasted bad for a week And we had to make do with gin With gin. We had to make do with gin Her mother she could never stand sing rickety tickety tin ... stand and so a cyanide soup she planned The mother died with a spoon in her hand And her face in a hideous grin A grin. Her face in a hideous grin She set her sisters hair on fire sing rickety tickety tin ... and as the smoke and flame grew higher Danced around the funeral pyre Playing a violin O-lin. Playing a violin She tied her brother down with stones sing rickety tickety tin ... and sent him off to Davy Jones All they ever found were the bones And occassional pieces of skin Of skin. Occassional pieces of skin One day she had nothing to do sing rickety tickety tin ... she cut her baby brother in two Served him up in an Irish stew And invited the neighbors in -Bors in. Invited the neighbors in. When at last the police came by sing rickety tickety tin ... these terrible deeds she did not deny To do so she would have to lie And lying she knew was a sin A sin. Lying she knew was a sin ADDITIONAL VERSE [Just one last thing before I go sing rickety tickery tin ... there is something I think you ought to know They had no proof so they let her go And they say she was tall and thin And thin. They say she was tall and thin.] My tragic tale I won't prolong sing rickety tickety tin ... and if you did not enjoy this song You've yourself to blame for letting me go on You should never have let me begin Begin. You should never have let me begin! |
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Any song by Justin Beiber should be just as scary as Halloween.
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Black magic woman Thriller Welcome to my nightmare Also some good ones! |
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Rob Zombie Everybody Scream - http://youtu.be/YOZG0o-ucNg American Witch - http://youtu.be/iW_egNDoKfo I'm Your Boogieman - http://youtu.be/NwfpBVmrC2g Meet The Creeper - http://youtu.be/CMTk9Qh47uc Gotta have some Rob Z. in the list! Thanks Scoob! |
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werewolves in london http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iDpYBT0XyvA Good one for sure! |
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3iirdZ62Ncw MONSTER MASH I was working in the lab late one night When my eyes beheld an eerie sight For my monster from his slab began to rise And suddenly to my surprise He did the mash He did the monster mash The monster mash It was a graveyard smash He did the mash It caught on in a flash He did the mash He did the monster mash From my laboratory in the castle east To the master bedroom where the vampires feast The ghouls all came from their humble abodes To get a jolt from my electrodes They did the mash They did the monster mash The monster mash It was a graveyard smash They did the mash It caught on in a flash They did the mash They did the monster mash The zombies were having fun The party had just begun The guests included Wolf Man Dracula and his son The scene was rockin', all were digging the sounds Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds The coffin-bangers were about to arrive With their vocal group, "The Crypt-Kicker Five" They played the mash They played the monster mash The monster mash It was a graveyard smash They played the mash It caught on in a flash They played the mash They played the monster mash Out from his coffin, Drac's voice did ring Seems he was troubled by just one thing He opened the lid and shook his fist And said, "Whatever happened to my Transylvania twist" It's now the mash It's now the monster mash The monster mash And it's a graveyard smash It's now the mash It's caught on in a flash It's now the mash It's now the monster mash Now everything's cool, Drac's a part of the band And my monster mash is the hit of the land For you, the living, this mash was meant too When you get to my door, tell them Boris sent you Then you can mash Then you can monster mash The monster mash And do my graveyard smash Then you can mash You'll catch on in a flash Then you can mash Then you can monster mash Writer/s: CAPIZZI, LEONARD / PICKETT, BOBBY Publisher: Reservoir One Music, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC EXCELLENT classic! |
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Purple people eater.... Haven't heard this one for a while! |
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Love this one: About a maid I'll sing this song sing rickety tickety tin ... who did not have her family long Not only did she do them wrong. She did everyone of them in. Them in. She did every one of them in One morning in a fit of pique sing rickety tickety tin ... she drowned her father in the creek The water tasted bad for a week And we had to make do with gin With gin. We had to make do with gin Her mother she could never stand sing rickety tickety tin ... stand and so a cyanide soup she planned The mother died with a spoon in her hand And her face in a hideous grin A grin. Her face in a hideous grin She set her sisters hair on fire sing rickety tickety tin ... and as the smoke and flame grew higher Danced around the funeral pyre Playing a violin O-lin. Playing a violin She tied her brother down with stones sing rickety tickety tin ... and sent him off to Davy Jones All they ever found were the bones And occassional pieces of skin Of skin. Occassional pieces of skin One day she had nothing to do sing rickety tickety tin ... she cut her baby brother in two Served him up in an Irish stew And invited the neighbors in -Bors in. Invited the neighbors in. When at last the police came by sing rickety tickety tin ... these terrible deeds she did not deny To do so she would have to lie And lying she knew was a sin A sin. Lying she knew was a sin ADDITIONAL VERSE [Just one last thing before I go sing rickety tickery tin ... there is something I think you ought to know They had no proof so they let her go And they say she was tall and thin And thin. They say she was tall and thin.] My tragic tale I won't prolong sing rickety tickety tin ... and if you did not enjoy this song You've yourself to blame for letting me go on You should never have let me begin Begin. You should never have let me begin! This a new one for me! Thanks for sharing it- |
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Any song by Justin Beiber should be just as scary as Halloween. I definitely agree with that, Goof! And Thanks to ALL of you who posted in this thread! |
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