They Might Be Giants — Mr. Mischief Night

Creeping in the grass Talking to myself Getting up the nerve Mr. Mischief Night Mr. Mischief Night Mr. Mischief Night Hear the ringing phone In my earpiece and From across the lawn Mr. Mischief Night Mr. Mischief Night Mr. Mischief Night This is me unboxing my new x-ray vision scope I’m wearing it to bed, I don’t know why I need it yet My heart is banging like a gun and I can’t suppress a smile I’m smearing up the maps I’m gripping in my sweaty mitts Smearing up the maps That I tightly grip In my sweaty mitts Mr. Mischief Night Mr. Mischief Night Mr. Mischief Night Hear the ringing phone In my earpiece and From across the lawn Mr. Mischief Night Mr. Mischief Night Mr. Mischief Night Wait, what, oh no! I think the sun is coming up How long have I been shivering beneath your gate? I’m knee deep in the hoopla now I’m face down in the ticks Mummified and paralyzed By the work I undertake (Mr. Mischief Night) (Mr. Mischief Night) (Mr. Mischief Night)