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Clock strikes twelve, the flat-top dies
Regulars wear cheap disguise
Vinyl spins a warped refrain
Witches stir their brew again
Plastic fangs on booth three regulars
Order scrambled, hold the celery stalks
Velvet cloaks on vinyl seats
Candle wax on checkered sheets
Mummy wraps his order tight
Pays in bones and bloody bites
Skeleton keys unlock the back
Werewolf howls for steak tartare
Graveyard shift on Halloween
Strangest crowd I've ever seen
Pancakes shaped like pumpkin heads
Served to ghosts and waking dead
Yeah, served to ghosts and waking dead
Vampire sips his tomato juice
Claims it's type O, no excuse
Zombie tips with graveyard dirt
Best damn service, never curt
Frankenstein wants extra toast
Bride complains the coffee's roast
Graveyard shift on Halloween
Strangest crowd I've ever seen
Pancakes shaped like pumpkin heads
Served to ghosts and waking dead
Yeah, served to ghosts and waking dead
Midnight bells ring from the tower
Power cuts at witching hour
But the grill keeps burning bright
Feeding spirits through the night
Pick up window, order four
Monsters always wanting more
Phantom waiter floats on through
Leaves a tip of perfume dew
Banshee screams for pie ala mode
Cries until her throat explodes
Goblin busboy cleans the floor
Sweeps up dust and something more
Dawn creeps in on skeleton toes
Cloaks fold up, the magic goes
Last call for the phantom crew
See you next year, same booth, same stew
Flip the sign to closed, lock tight
Another Halloween night
Graveyard shift on Halloween
Strangest crowd I've ever seen
Pancakes shaped like pumpkin heads
Served to ghosts and waking dead
Yeah, served to ghosts and waking dead
Just another Halloween night
Grill goes cold at midnight sharp
Coffee pot sings bitter harp
