Some people tell you you're better off dead   Especially when you're in the very best of health   Me I don't understand why   Just like the din of those things that go bump in the night      What does it matter who really cares   If you die tomorrow, all you get are prayers   If there's a God and there might   Maybe he's in with those things that go bump in the night      Oh, go to a gypsy, let her read your palm   The minute that she says you've got a lot of charm   You think, how incredible, I never thought   How can anybody have so much power?      But if on the other hand she says I fear   A bit of bad news in the coming year   You think what a load of rubbish this is   I don't know why I ever bothered with it      Who said we're human? Who called it sex?   Who said that three fives are fifteen is correct?   What makes a black man go white?   Could be the din of those things that go bump in the night      Oh, go to a gypsy, let her read your palm   The minute that she says you've got a lot of charm   You think, how incredible, I never thought   How can anybody have so much power?      But if on the other hand she says I fear   A bit of bad news in the coming year   You think what a load of rubbish this is   I don't know why I ever bothered with, bothered with it