Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in And he eats in the alley and keeps track of my sins When he starts talkin' backwards your head starts to spin And he really freaks me out when he peels off his skin, yow! Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in There's a hole in his brain where his mind should've been When he starts rubbing wrinkles he gets pretty thin When he starts talkin' nickle bag and dime bag and? [Gibby wail] There's a creep in the cellar with his hands in the air And he lies to his mother but she doesn't care When the fish are flying backwards and the ballroom is bare Cause the turkey's talkin' backwards, it'll raise up your hair [Gibby wail] Well there's a creep in the cellar that I'm gonna let in