I got my bag and we hit the streets
Me and brother Dave going to trick or treat
Moma had made me Casper the ghost
A worn out sheet with cut out holes
I thought it was pretty neat
I looked plenty scary in that worn out sheet
We were doing all right
My bag was full at last
But suddenly everything went wrong
Across my path, a black cat came running fast
My brother says, Now you got bad luck!
I said, Aw shut up, just give it up!
But the very next house
This guy that lived there, he was a louse
When I yelled out trick or treat
Five gallons of water was dumped on me
Now I was soaked head to toe
My bag it too fell apart you know
All my candy it hit the street
And was picked up by every trick or treater I could see
There I was cold and alone
Trembling shaking so I went home
Moma made my brother share with me
The night the black cat ran across my feet
I just want to say
Listen to what I’m telling you
I wouldn’t miss a trick or treating any day
But watch for those black cats crossing you!
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