ah fed Vixo on ev'ry fear 'n' fret 'n' phobia   til it nor ah could stand the strain no longer   sucked a chicken bone, tossed it in the corner   raisin up like Lazaurs, up, up from its cot   an making for the door, now...   infant-prodigy creates a phantom-friend, yeag   stickin' sack an ol' Jack-Jack into its itchin-ten   oh! don't ya linger! ooh! don't ya linger, now,   mah monster-piect...mah perfect-murder-machine   don't ya linger, for ah can feel mah youth slipping outa me   yeah, ah can feel mah youth slip outa me.         call it, call it Vixo. call it Vee.   ah all it, an it comes to me.   call it Vixo. call it me   march headlong into the heart of fear   ah will follow thee.       what kept ya? whaa? what kept ya?   you get trouble? sum'n go wrong?   Vixo grinning, climbs up into mah lil boy arms.   what you get?   tell me, what ya gone 'n' brung me from the hollow?   yeah! we're laughin'...but our laughter is shallow   ain't it funny...my childhood name is Sorrow.   Vixo sighs, 'n' lays its head upon mah pillow.       call it. call it Vixo. call it Vee.   call it, an it comes to me.   Vee...ah...Hex...oh-oh, come crawl with me.   into the dark heart of despair   ah will not forsake thee.       listen...instruction!   ditch it, pitch it. now hitch it up along the ridge   ya laughin b'neath the Sherriff's wheels   that go screamin cross Hooper Bridge   skirt the out-skirts. up mah back-stair. ya sack all undone.   don't touch nothin! water runnin in the tub   get there! and scrub ev'ry one.         when ya STRUCK ya STRUCK!   ya struck a thousand crickets dumb   Hooper-Hollow iced over then, all hush, hush   in the cool midday sun   hush! ah say hush! hu-u-u-ush!   sittin on the roof, laugh at mahself   as they rope off the woods   watchin' all the good-people   go beating the bush.