American Quartet (Vocal Group) — The Skeleton Rag

See that moon, hear that tune Moaning, groaning, oh so scary Through the lonely cemetery Shapes of white fill the night Swinging, swaying, playing, prancing Ghostly goblins gaily dancing Skip and hop, never stop From the place where they've been hiding Slipping, sliding they come gliding Short and tall, see them all Shake like gelatine at that skeleton rag Oh that skeleton rag That goblin drag It sounds so weepy, creepy solemn serious See them wiggle and wag Singing we’re dead ones come to life Hurray, hurray, oh, that skeleton rag They swell it and brag About their epitaphs with laughs delirious At some ghostly gag Is that moany, groany, bony skeleton rag Look around, hear that sound Don't it make you shake and shiver Don't it make you quake and quiver? Can’t you hear music queer? See that melancholy fellow Playing on his ghostly cello As he croons, ragtime tunes From his long and bony fingers Comes a melody that lingers on the air, so beware You'll be dying to start is trying that rag Oh that skeleton rag That goblin drag It sounds so weepy, creepy solemn serious See them wiggle and wag Singing we're dead ones come to life Hurray, hurray, oh, that skeleton rag They swell it and brag About their epitaphs with laughs delirious At some ghostly gag Is that moany, groany, bony skeleton rag