John T. Wurzer - The Boogie Man Lyrics

The boogie man walks tonight
He's creeping outside around your window
With his face in cool green light
And his eyes locked against the way that the winds blow
And he's sticking his finger in a light socket
And he looks kind of like Gene Wilder
With a shotgun in his hand and a switchblade in his pocket
While the wicked wind keeps blowing wilder and wilder
And he's coming to get you
Yeah he's coming to get you
Now

The boogie man he slipped and fell
Broke his skull open on the back porch
Ambulance come to take him away
Said they could put him back together with a blow torch
And now his lawyers are beating down your door
And they're asking you to settle out of court
Should've fixed that back porch step that's for sure
Could've been raped or strangled or shot in several places
And they're coming to get you
With a double barrel supeona
And the boogie man gets paid
Yeah the boogie man gets paid