He's like a shock rocker
But a barely there talker
Some say a skinwalker
What do they know, as if their prim souls are clean
And the devil may dance
In his black bedroom, by chance
Midnight groove, happenstance
Radio, fist pumpin', blood-curdlin' machine
He's just your average (spooky) guy next door
He's just your average (spooky) guy next door
Each neighbor's a creeper
Voyeur, window sill peeper
They think he's the reaper
Salivating gossip, as an asp hisses
Nonconformist with styles
Raunchy rev, skidmark defiles
But every daughter smiles
He sends up a wave ... but fathers see kisses
He's just your average (spooky) guy next door
He's just your average (spooky) guy next door
And the devil may dance
In his black bedroom, by chance
Midnight groove, happenstance
Radio, fist pumpin', blood-curdlin' machine
He's just your average (spooky) guy next door
He's just your average (spooky) guy next door
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