Brom: [speaking in rhyme] Just gather 'round, and I'll elucidate what goes on outside when it gets late. Long past midnight, ghosts and banshees get together for their nightly jamborees. There's things with horns and saucer eyes, some with fangs about this size.
Woman #1: [speaking] Some are fat...
Woman #2: [speaking] ...and some are thin.
Creepy old guy: [speaking] And some don't even wear their SKIN!
Brom: [speaking in rhyme] I'm telling you, brother, it's a frightful sight to see what goes on Halloween night. [singing] When spooks have a midnight jamboree, they break it up with fiendish glee. Now, ghosts are bad, but the one that's cursed is The Headless Horseman, he's the worst.
Chorus: [singing] That's right, he's a fright on Halloween night.
Brom: [singing] When he goes a-joggin' cross the land, holdin his noggin in his hand, demons take one look and groan and hit the road for parts unknown.
Chorus: [singing] Beware, take care, he rides alone.
Brom: [singing] Now, there's no spook like the spook who's spurned.
Chorus: [singing] They don't like him, and he's really burned.
Brom: [singing] He swears to the longest day he's dead, he'll show them he can get ahead. Now, they say he's tired of his flamin' top, and he's got a yen to make a swap. And so he riiiides one night each year, to find a head in Hollow here.
Women: [singing] Now, he likes them little, he likes them big.
Men: [singing] Part in the middle, or a wig.
Chorus: [singing] Black or white, or even red.
Brom: [singing] The Headless Horseman needs a head.
Brom and chorus: [singing] With a hip-hip and a clippety clop, he's out looking for a top to chop. So don't stop to figure out a plan, you can't reason with a headless maaaaan.
Brom: [speaking in rhyme] Now, if you doubt this tale is so, I met that spook just a year ago. Now, I didn't stop for a second look, but headed for the bridge that spans the brook. For, once you cross that bridge, my friend.
Chorus: [singing] The ghost is through, his power ends.
Brom: [singing] So, when you're riding home tonight, make for the bridge with all your might. He'll be down in the Hollow there. He needs your head. Look out! Beware!
Women: [singing] With a hip-hip and a clippety clop,
Men: [singing] He's out looking for a head to swap.
Brom and Chorus: [singing] So, don't try to figure out a plan, you can't reason with a HEADLESS MAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!