Mr. Beistle Lyrics

He he he he ah ah ha ha
Mr. Beistle
He he he he ah ah ha ha
Mr. Beistle

He saw in black and orange
And heard witches at his door
Black cats tore at his brain
M. L. Beistle was his name
His paper factory it grew
Most have never seen him
"Well, very few!"
The old man stirs an inky brew
And from the chimney black smoke spews
He he he he ah ah ha ha
Mr. Beistle
He he he he ah ah ha ha
Was he evil?

1919 was the year
He unleashed his wave of fear
Ghouls and ghosts to make you scream
Were all part of Beistle's dream
Occultic signs in decoration
Spinning webs in childhood's imagination
And shapes the concepts we now see
In our modern Halloween He he he he ah ah ha ha
Mr. Beistle
He he he he ah ah ha ha
Was he evil?

12 o'clock on Halloween
Many strange things can be seen
If you feel a chill down your spine
The ghost of Beistle's right behind
12 o'clock on Halloween
Many strange things can be seen
If you feel a chill down your spine
The ghost of Beistle's right behind
12 o'clock on Halloween
Many strange things can be seen
If you feel a chill down your spine
The ghost of Beistle's right behind
He he he he ah ah ha ha
Mr. Beistle
He he he he ah ah ha ha
Was he evil?
He he he he ah ah ha ha
Mr. Beistle
He he he he ah ah ha ha
Was he evil?

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