I was working all night in my office  when a man I had recently killed  called me up from a phone near my building  so I looked out the window at him  he had the same obsequious manner  that was the reason I had him killed  so to calm my nerves I sang this song  to him, over the phone  Turn around, turn around  There's a thing there that can be found  Turn around, turn arcound  It's a human skull on the ground  Human skull on the ground  Turn around  I was out by myself in the graveyard  I was doing an interpretive dance  when I felt something heavy and pointed  strike me in the back of the neck  and then the ghost of my dance instructor  pushed me down into an open grave  and as dirt rained down she played a xylophone  and sang me this song  We were waving our arms out the window  of a fast moving passenger train  acting in an irresponsible fashion  until the engineer whose back had been turned  and who we thought would find us highly amusing  quickly swiveled his head around  and his face which was a paper-white mask of evil  sang us this song