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.