He's the uncertain kid Wears a funny hat and silly wig The paranormal pig walks down with his bag full of toy clowns He hunts the things that haunt, or giants that shift to runts Just like the skunk that pissed on his big fat red lips How can he be unafraid when the devil is in sight Is it true is, it you Jesus, Mary, Joseph, oh my goat In darkness he is fed Makes a living out of the dead Beneath his bed you'll see a hundred piggy banks The idiot's now a star Living life, fame spread far He owns a bar that sells the liquors made in hell How can he be unafraid when the devil is in sight Is it true is it you Jesus, Mary, Joseph, oh my goat Turns out he's a phony crook A runaway asylum kook Yeah lives he took just to get out of his cell How can he be unafraid when the devil is in sight Is it true is, it you Jesus, Mary, Joseph, oh my goat