There are few who deny   At what I do, I am the best   For my talents are renowned far and wide      When it comes to suprises   In the moonlit night   I excel without ever even trying      With the slightest little effort   Of my ghost-like charm   I have seen grown men give out a shreak      With a wave of my hand   And a well-placed moan   I have swept the very bravest off their feet      But year after year   It's the same routine   And I grow so weary of the sound of screams      And I, Jack,   the pumkin King   Have grown so tired of the same old thing      Chorus:   Oh somewhere deep inside of these bones   An emptiness began to grow   There's something out there far from my home   A longing that I've never known      I'm the master of fright   And a demon of light   And I'll scare you right out of your pants      To a guy in Kentucky   I'm Mr. Unlucky   And I'm known throughout England and France      And since I am dead   I can take off my head   To recite Shakespearian quotations      No animal nor man   Can scream like I can   With the fury of my recitations      But who here   Would ever understand   That the Pumkin King with the skeleton grin      Would tire of his crown   If they only understood   He'd give it all up if he only could      Oh there's an empty place in my bones   That calls out for something unknown    The fame and praise come year after year   Does nothing fill these empty tears