Don't go down to the basement Lock the attic door Keep the cupboard shut And put a padlock on that drawer There are skeletons in the closet Knocking to be let out There are skeletons in the closet And they're struggling to get out I know it's all a mystery There's something in our history Something happened here so long ago Something we never talk about, but we all know What has happened here, I dread to think Though it was all so long ago It's left a stink Shake and rattle those bones Shake and rattle those bones Turn up the radio, turn on the new TV Play something loud and foolish and put the kettle on for tea There are skeletons in the closet The children will take fright There are skeletons in the closet And they're rattling through the night I know it's all a mystery There's something in our history Something happened here, what we don't know Something that's still a mystery, from long ago Murder, plague and pillage, have left their mark You hear the ghosts of history as soon as it's dark Shake and rattle Shake and rattle Shake, shake and rattle Shake, shake, shake, shake, shake, shake Shake and rattle those bones Shake and rattle those bones Shake and rattle those bones Shake and rattle those bones

Boy, don't you go in there Come outta there, boy Don't you know that house is haunted? There's an old deserted mansion on an old forgotten road Where the better ghosts and goblins always hang out One night they threw a party tn a manner a la mode And they cordially invited all the gang out At a dark, bewitchin' hour when the fun was loud and hearty A notorious wall flower became the life of the party Mmm, the spooks were havin' their midnight fling The merry makin' was in full swing They shrieked themselves into a cheerful trance When the skeleton in the closet started to dance Now a goblin giggled with fiendish glee A shout rang out from a big banshee Amazement was in every ghostly glance When the skeleton in the closet started to dance All the witches were in stitches while his steps made rhythmic thumps And they nearly dropped their broomsticks when he tried to do the bumps You never heard such unearthly laughter, such hilarious groans When the skeleton in the closet rattled his bones

Vacantly stood with these glazed eyes looking down, Blood lines, bubble in my cup think I'm fizzing out, Well I don't hear the sound as I'm reaching out to you, I'm not looking for the fix that I get used to. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. So won't you spare me some time, Doesn't it destroy your soul like it does mine? When nothing that we do is fine, Every high we get the lie that says the waters turned into wine. Well I've been twisting out, I've been twisting out the screws, And I'm not looking for the fix that I got used to, I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. Chasing rabbits down holes as the Church cheer watching me, The yellow brick road to know where I know as there I go, Seen the road, seen the road, seen the road lead to nowhere before. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty. I get a little, I get a little, I get a little, Rusty.