(A sharp rimshot on the snare, followed by a slinky, walking bassline and the rhythmic "shuck-a-shuck" of maracas. A saxophone plays a mysterious, "spooky" riff.)
Verse 1
I went to a party down at Maria’s place
I had a smile spread across my face
I brought a bowl of dip, the best in town
I was ready to boogie and a-lay it down
But I felt a chill come across the floor
And a strange little shadow slipped under the door!
Chorus
Oh! It’s the Guacamole Ghost, he’s a salty fright
He’s haunting all the snack bars in the middle of the night
He don’t want your money, he don’t want your soul
He just wants the bottom of my party bowl!
(Cha-cha-cha!)
Verse 2
I saw my girl, she was lookin’ so fine
I said, "Honey, won’t you be my Valentine?"
I reached for a chip to give her a treat
But the bowl started flyin’ right off of the sheet!
A floating avocado and a phantom lime
He’s the only spirit thieving all the time!
Bridge
(Music breaks down to just percussion and a funky piano montage)
I called the priest, I called the cops
I told ‘em "Help me ‘fore the flavor stops!"
The priest said, "Son, I can’t help you tonight...
I’m too busy hidin’ my salsa from sight!"
Verse 3
Now if you’re throwin’ a dance and the lights are low
And you feel a cold wind start to blow
Don’t look for a sheet or a chain to rattle
Just prepare yourself for a culinary battle
Lock up the kitchen, bolt the pantry door
Or that green-stained phantom’s gonna ask for more!
Chorus
Oh! It’s the Guacamole Ghost, he’s a salty fright
He’s haunting all the snack bars in the middle of the night
He don’t want your money, he don’t want your soul
He just wants the bottom of my party bowl!
(Cha-cha-cha!)
Outro
(The sax plays a final "spooky" flourish)
Hey! Get your hands off the cilantro!
Somebody get me a tortilla...
I’m goin' in!
(Final loud brass chord – "BAMP!")
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