Halloween Mary - P.F. Sloan, Frank Black

You think you look cute in your tin-plated suit

You don’t need a can opener to get through to you

The wig hat on your head keeps your mind thinkin' straight

You’re the duchess of «in» dancin' on a golden plate

Ooh-wee, Halloween Mary

Rules are just tools for you to use when you feel

You’re ridin' on a sports broom actin' like nothing’s real

Your bell-bottom knees always keeps you in style

Even the swami thinks you’re wild for an October child

Ooh, pretty scary, Halloween Mary

With your hypnotic eyes, you see through everyone

The Saran wrapped bodies start lookin' for someplace to run

Your pointed red fingernails keep time to the tune

Your hands hold the earth, your feet’s on the moon

And you’re somethin' else, Halloween Mary

You never give an opinion, you nod your head up and down

You’re not lookin' for nothin', it’s already been found

Your transistor boot lets you know where you’re at

You’re a rock 'n' roll singin' acrobat

Woo-hoo, top ten, Halloween Mary

You’ve played every game, you’ve sung every song

You know you’re always right, everyone else is wrong

Your subjects, they pray to you, three times a day to you

They’re buildin' your shrine on Sunset and Vine

That’s to know that you’re mine

Ooh, something else, Halloween Mary