or
Babe Ruth

Ya makin up the time that ya lost on de record machine An scarin all the
Ladies half to death wi' ya new blue jeans

You got the cheek of old Nick you do
Coz your daddies doing porridge in the scrubs now
All on account of the job that ya pulled on a Halloween
But you can fix it.

It was a Halloween night and Jack was a seeking his prey
He was stalking all the rooftops just a tryin to see the ladies at play

An Jack was wearing his daddies clothes
So the squealers would mistake him for his Pa now
And the very same day his dad was copped for the dirty deed

Jack-o-lantern, Jack-o-lantern change your evil ways
Your window lovin your window lovin nineteen times a day

You better raise your sights just a little bit higher To give your Mama
Just a little bit brighter day
She needs a brighter day

Written by ALAN SHACKLOCK
Published by WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC, CARLIN AMERICA INC

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