There's a skeleton hauntin' my dreams
With light up red eyes, breath just like steam
And it's a tight noose from that which he dangles
Call him crazy Mr. Bojangles
Shut up and dance
When the crowd's around they cheer and they clap
If you're not careful he'll dance right off the stage and in to your lap
Set in motion by the love in the room
After last call why you leavin' so soon?
You should hang out and talk.
We hang around, we get to drink and then talk
He said, "Son, I get to feelin' like chalk.
I've got a weakness for white women and booze,
And there's a boot knife in my Kangaroos."
Whoo!
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