The Inimitable Lyrics
of Kenny Young and the Eggplants
We periodically receive impassioned requests for song lyrics, so we have decided to occasionally plaster some here on the band's website.
Here are our first lyrical postings ...
"The House at Creepy Lake"
I guess it was a mistake
to buy the house at Creepy Lake.
But the broker kept on raving
about the monster savings.
“You have made an excellent choice,”
said a disembodied voice.
I really should be more judicious
about who I listen to.
Soon as I paid the deposit
zombies poured out of the closet.
Poltergeists of various shapes,
werewolves on roller skates.
They seemed a colorful bunch
and so I offered lunch.
A lifetime in New York had taught me
to be open-minded.
For a year we lived in perfect harmony
playing hop-scotch in the moonlight.
But our fun ended when the house next door was sold
to a singer-songwriter.
On a dreadful evening
he came outside to sing
about the problems in his life
a world of pain and strife.
The monsters were horrified.
They howled and they cried.
“We can’t listen to him moan.
We’ll have to leave our home.”
I said, “Wait up for me.
I’m moving back to the city.”
And that’s the story of
the house I bought at Creepy Lake.
© 2008 Kenny Young
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