Now listen well, ye Twoson tots
And Onnett lads once more
A tale to tell I have for all
That naught shall be a bore

A Halloweeny draught you see
Was wafting through the air
With one too many black antoids
To be your only scare

So once more gather and lend ear
To all I have to tell
Of ghosts and tents and bass guitars
And tricks and treats from hell

To Threed traversed some brave young souls
Whose hearts felt naught afraid
Lucky and Gorgeous were their names
Their noble goal: get paid!

A circus tent of old time Blues
Might sound a tad zany
But a buck’s a buck, so they say
And these boys needed many

Their tour bus stopped at Threed hotel
Then went they to the tent
When lo beheld upon their ears
A strange young girl’s lament

The words she bode were ill omen
For all who retain light
But they all shared a common bond
With sunglasses at night

So looking past this creepy chick
And all her eerie deeds
Our band did tune and prep and check
While moistening their reeds

But as the show played on and on
And fans joined on to hear
The bassist saw one lacking eyes
And one with no left ear

These were no normal hipsters, no
Who came this chilly night
The walking dead, our young fans were
With every one a fright

But never did the keen resolve
Of our musicians die
A few zombies could never best
The great Runaway Five

So play all night the seven did
With ever kickin’ beats
Since whom’d want brains with hearts like these
And such rhythmical feats

When later asked what drove them so
Among those queer undead
“We’re on a mission from Itoi”
Is all that Lucky said

So while the Star men loom above
And U.F.O’s do sheen
To the Earthbound I wholly wish
A Happy Halloween!