Oh Jackie Boy, the werewolves are a-howlin...
from spooky glen and down the countryside
Halloween's here and all the dead are howlin'
tis' you, tis you they'll smash at evening's end.

And if you gave your innards to a lassie,
to bake a pie, then your soul may be saved..
But, Jackie Boy, your doomed and there's no question...
your fate you'll meet upon this dreaded night.

And I shall wait until you turn to mush dear,
yes, I will keep you right outside my door...
Oh Jackie Boy, you make the young ones happy..
but give your life, you give it to the core.