Sit right down there sir

And tell to me a tale

I don't mean one with fancy diamonds

Or one about the Holy Grail

Speak of one

That will blow my mind

And fill me with indecission

How about one with a crazy doctor

Who loves to make incissions

Oh,

Tell me a story

Please make it nice and gory

A blood bath, hands reaching from the crypt

A soul stealing spectral

Into the perils of hell you'll slip

I need to know

My fear will grow

With the words that flow out from your tongue

With every sentence the further into terror I am flung

This guy and I

A campside ghost lure

Neither know what lies in store

When the terror rains on us with force

Mother Nature has taken it's course

A locust storm

Gigantic Swarm

Crops are gone

Money Lost!

Do you know what this is gonna cost?

Out in the old west

Oh this heat I detest

I'm so hungry

No vultures, I like to eat the birdies the best

Now that the bugs have strayed

Went away into the sunset

When they find this man

They're gonna accuse me I bet!

A heart attack

Vultures on his back

Makes it impossible to detect

How this wiseman was wrecked