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Bossâs daughter went for a stroll
Got drunk and fell in a hole
Gravediggers didnât know
So they buried her from head to toe
Didnât scream didnât make a sound
No wonder she canât be found
Judging from the bossâs stare
Someone better get her outta there
Satanâs daughterâs buried alive
Zombies went lookinâ first
Drivinâ âround in a beat up hearse
They returned without a trace
Shoulda seen the look on his face
Next in line was the ghouls and ghosts
All they found was a head on a post
Werewolves must save the day
Or thereâs gonna be hell to pay
The job was ours we were on the case
Sniffinâ âround all over the place
We used our claws to dig in the dirt
Prayinâ hard that she wasnât hurt
Boss was sad didnât get outta bed
Thought for sure that she was dead
Then we heard a faint heart beat
Dug more and we found her feet