Bob Rivers By The Time I Get The Meat Axe
By the time I get the meat axe
She'll be screaming
Bloody murder
She'll find the rope I left hanging
From her door
And she'll cringe
When she hears that rusty door knob
Creaking
With frightening thoughts of blood and guts
And gore
By the time I reach the clippers
She'll be dialing
911
The phone will be dead
Before she makes the call
And she'll faint
When she sees my
Blood-stained rubber dagger
And my Freddie Krueger costume
From the mall
$12.99
I was trick-or-treating
That's all...
(Good gracious, Madam, you've fallen and you can't get
up.
Let me take your arm, your leg...)