Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in And he eats in the alley and keeps track of my sins When he starts talking backwards your head starts to spin And he really freaks me out when he peels off his skin, yeah!
Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in There's a hole in his brain where his mind should have been When he starts rubbing wrinkles, he gets pretty thin When he starts talking nickelback, diamondback, Muscleback yeah!
Well there's a creep in the cellar with his hands in the air And he lies to his mother but she doesn't care Well the fists are flying backwards and the ballroom is bare Cause the turkeys talking backwards it'll raise up your hair
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