There's a house down on the corner
That we always used to talk about
Never had the guts to go inside
Not even on a dare

Boarded up and creepy
Scary eyes looked out upon a sleepy town
Fascination kept us guessin'
Why the sign read to Beware

We always knew just what would hit the fan
If we got an up-close look at the boogieman
Shadows on the wall
Voices in the hall

There's more than just a mouse
In the Zavelow house
I could look inside the window
If I jumped upon my trampoline

Coulda sworn I saw Hannibal Lechter
With a hatchet and a head
Not the kind of place
You'd see in Better Homes and Gardens magazine

Unless they did an expose
On the night of the living dead
But with a pretty girl to hold my hand
Coulda got an up-close look at the boogieman.

Writer : OWSLEY III/MORGAN
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.