Beware, take care, he rides alone.
Now, there's no spook like the spook who's spurned.
They don't like him, and he's really burned.
He swears to the longest day he's dead,
He'll show you that he can get YOUR head!
Now, they say he's tired of his ghoulish top,
And he's got a yearn to make a swap.
And so he rides one night each year,
To find a head this Halloween
Now, he likes them little, he likes them big.
Part in the middle, or a wig.
Black or white, or even red.
The Headless Horseman needs a head!
With a hip-hip and a clippety clop,
He's out looking for a head to chop
So, don't try to figure out a plan,
You can't reason with a HEADLESS MAN!!!!!!