Ska ska skary We're so skary Ska creatures that are hairy It's Skalloween Bah bah buried In the spooky cemetery So ska ska skary Compulsory Skalloween Babylon serve papers to the Boo Dude man He come for me money and he take me song and me say innocent. INNOCENT. BOO DUDES ARE INNOCENT. Ska ska skary In the mortuary with dancehall Mary Bloody Skalloween Rude rude Rude Dudes formerly Boo Dudes Bumbaclot voodoo Court-ordered Skalloween Legally system with an awful stench Judge Dread toasting from 'pon the bench and me say innocent. INNOCENT. BOO DUDES ARE INNOCENT Ska ska skary BOO DUDES ARE INNOCENT.

I've got an urge to go out at night A dance of death in the full moon light. A shameful craving I've been dealing with Moonlight causes I to smoke I spliff Full moon's coming, don't be surprised When this rude boy change before your eyes Moon stomping until my last breath Bound to skank til sweet release of death Full Moon Stomp And the pain My god the pain The transformation's begun again The kill and maiming I don't really mind But when I change I have to smoke that kind I must get chiefed up and inject a spliff Force some children t'have a heady whiff Urge fulfilled I change back again But whiteboy dread try to be my friend Lock me up, it will get worse Zion protect from my horrible curse Moonstomping tweaker lycanthrope Island riddim and addiction to dope Full Moon Stomp Show me no mercy, please put me away Judge Dread, I beg you save the day Take not dem Boo Dudes, dem innocent man Me grab fi ratchet, kill this whole island Full Moon Stomp

Blue Mountain red eye We gotta stop the Graveyard Guys Pen a cursed verse and sing The evils of the bong you bring In the pouring rain on a country rain was a hiker hitching rides So we put him in the back of the hearse for a snack but he had a surprise.... He pulled out a spliff and took a big whiff of that poisonous potpourri We abandoned his ass and then ran out of gas on the way to studio 13 But we found a haunted shack BBQing people meat out back So we ordered up a feast. We're eating meat of the deceased We were drugged and woke up In a house full of psychos Skankin to the riddim of the chainska Think they're gonna hack my limbs off Maniac rudeboy shows up in a 3 piece skin suit Skin mask, checkerboard skin shoes. NOW THE MASSACRE WILL BEGIN (murder sounds) Hanging in a shanty shack with a hook dug in my back Among the stalks of ganja weed Cursed duppy leaf Gotta get out. Gotta get down and get goin to the Graveyard Guys But a killer with a chainsaw, hemp leather scofflaw, sentenced us die. Dancing and chanting, they're skanking while they're planting blood for the crops to grow. I'm on the chopping block for 'dro. Smelling gas then a guy in a mask bashed in my fucking skull But in my head was a spider web! The undead can't be culled. I bit through my chains with my monsterous fangs and then I began to flee Through their sickening crop. For a moment I thought I saw GRAVEBONES running after me. In the light of the full moon like a dimly lit court room I can see the glowing eyes of the fucked up Graveyard Guys We were drugged and woke up In a house full of psychos Skankin to the riddim of the chainska Think they're gonna hack my limbs off Maniac rudeboy shows up in a 3 piece skin suit Skin mask, checkerboard skin shoes. Leather face made of hemp!

We continued driving the dragula along the dark and spooky highway to Kingston Babylon The Graveyard Guys are getting high in Studio 13 Rolling bones and getting stoned on the dancehall weed. The sky began to darken. The headlights won't come on! The rain turns green now I can see it's water from a bong! Lotta vengeful gods and shaman's plot to terrorize the dead And infect the tombs with poison fumes where Boo Dudes fear to tread. Bud is sham Bud is sham If you're offered a "gram", tell the dealer to scram Ganja kills kids In the chaos of the storm, I heard an evil laugh At that point, I realized we no longer had a map We got turned around, but then we found a creepy, creaky gate which opened slow and we seemed to know that this was the place Beyond the spooky gate there was a yard of graves and shack in the back from which was heard the haunted booty bass The smell was fuckin vile. The sounds we heard were yucky When we approached the studio of the Dancehall Duppy. Bud is a scam Bud is a scam Say "No, thank you ma'am" When you're offered bread of the lamb Graveyard Guys realize Bud is a scam Marijuana is death Will kill you. Ganja kills you. Fuck you, ganja. The door was hanging open. The odor was obscene . Blacklight posters of dead composers glowing neon green The console room was haunted. We had to intervene. Lee Scratchy Scary captures tracks in Studio 13 The Thing choked on his candy. Gravebones; clearly fried. Creep E. Allen tempting fate, smokes weed until he dies Buddy tells us Graveyard Guys owns all of our shit Gravebones honks a doob from lawyers ancient writ. Boo Dudes are damned Boo Dudes are damned Bud is a scam And Boo Dudes are damn Ashamed to commit this piece of shit. Ska album done. Thank fucking god.