I have often walked down this street before
But the pavement never stuck to both my feet before.
All at once do I feel I’d rather die
Than be here on the street where I live.
Won’t you throw your eggs and flour on your mummy’s floor?
As you beg for sweets and money, do you think you’re poor?
Does enchantment pour out of every door?
Not right here, on the street where I live.
And oh, the sinking feeling,
Just to know the bleeding Scream masks must be near.
The over-powering feeling
When Hallowe’en comes round again each year.
I must buy some Twix, I must buy some Mars.
Hope the corner shop has just stocked up on chocolate bars.
But to tell the truth, I resent the youth
That ransom me on the street where I live.
Kids I’ve never seen come and bother me.
There are many bits of Earth where I would rather be.
Quick, this night, go by! ‘Cause I’d rather I
Wasn’t here on the street where I live.
[Repeat. Ad nauseam.]