My brother says there's a ghost In the shed
Who hides under the rotten floorboards,
And If I ever dare to set foot Inside
He'll Jump out and chop off my head.
But Ill take a peek one day.
My brother says there's a ghost In the shed
Who hides under the rotten floorboards,
And If I ever dare to set foot Inside
He'll Jump out and chop off my head.
But Ill take a peek one day.
My brother says there's a ghost In the shed
Who hides under the rotten floorboards,
And If I ever dare to set foot Inside
He'll Jump out and chop off my head.
But Ill take a peek one day.
There's a shed at the bottom of our garden
With a spider's web hanging across the door,
The hinges are rusty and creak in the wind.
When I'm In bed I lie and I listen,
I'll open that door one day.
There's a shed at the bottom of our garden
With a spider's web hanging across the door,
The hinges are rusty and creak in the wind.
When I'm In bed I lie and I listen,
I'll open that door one day.
There's a shed at the bottom of our garden
With a spider's web hanging across the door,
The hinges are rusty and creak in the wind.
When I'm In bed I lie and I listen,
I'll open that door one day.