Grandma got ran over
by a broomstick
Walking home from our
house Halloween.
Now you can say
there's no such thing as witches.
But as for me and
grandpa, we believe.
She'd consumed too
many spirits.
And we begged and
begged her not to go.
But she'd forgot her
Belladonna,
So she sashayed right
out the door, we didn't know.
When they found her
the next morning
At the scene of the
attack.
She had bristles on
her forehead,
And incriminating
brush marks on her back.
Grandma got ran over
by a broomstick.
Walking home from our
house Halloween.
You can say there's no
such thing as witches,
But as for me and
grandpa, we believe.
Now we're all so proud
of grandpa.
He's been taking it so
well.
See him in there
watching wrestling,
Drinking wine and
dancing skyclad with cousin Nell.
It's not Samhain
without grandma.
She's the one with the
big hat.
And we just can't help
but wonder,
Should we divvy up her
candy, or send it back.
Grandma got ran over
by a broomstick,
Walking home from our
house Halloween.
You can say there's no
such thing as witches.
But as for me and
grandpa, we believe.
Now the punch is on
the table,
And the pumpkin, it's
so big.
And the black and
silver candles
That would just have
matched the hair in grandma's wig.
I've warned all my
friends and neighbors,
Better watch out for
yourselves.
They should never give
a license
To a gal who flies a
broomstick deosil.
Grandma got ran over
by a broomstick,
Walking home from our
house Halloween.
You can say there's no
such thing as witches,
But as for me and
grandpa, we believe