It would seem Halloween is here and
the queen of the phantoms has said,
I must see her.
How delighted I am to be summonsed,
a man for a phantom in all her abandon.

I'd better dress up to the nines,
she's renowned for fine dining and wines
she will fill up my glass as she passes right through me
it feels a bit weird,like she's trying to ***** me
In the hopping of stopping designs I drink more
and more of her wines,
until I don't know no more and at twenty to four
she kicks me out of her bed and out through the door.
It seems Halloween is here
and everything's just a bit crazy and queer.