Trick or treating, trick or treating
Come this year we swear we won't be cheating
At your front door entry
We'll stage an undead candy sentry

Trick or treating, trick or treating
Give us candy or receive a beating
You our next door neighbours
Might end up our vexed gore neighbours

Give, give, give or be condemned to
Our horde intrusion
Give, give, give or you are bound to
Need a blood transfusion

Trick or treating, trick or treating
We want a sugar rush, no raisins greeting
If that's what you offer
We'll take you with it in our coffer

Give, give, give or see your cat and dog
Be filled with poison
Give, give, give or see your new iPod
Be filled with Boyzone *

Trick or treating, trick or treating
We aim for early graves by candy eating
So we tell you parents
You cannot shun
You cannot run
We won't accept you're out on errands



* Note to moaning Boyzone fans: I hereby apologize for the scary insinuation that the horrible so called music from the zombielike (dis)members of your terrifying so called band could in any way rise from beyond the grave and be compatible with such a high quality product as an iPod.