(Gate creak, distant bell toll — wind like a whispering laugh.)

Verse 1 (male, breathy)

There’s a witch in the hedges with a grin like a slit lamp,

She polishes her broom and hums a hexing camp.

By midnight she prowls the cemetery lanes,

Counting heartbeats like pocket change.

She flicks a finger — coffin lids pop and hop,

Minions moonwalk, vampires practice the hip-hop.

(Chains rattle, a crow says “boo?” like it’s trying to be cute.)

Pre-Chorus (female, playful then eerie)

Tombstones twitch; the dead learn to groove,

Skeletons clap; the graveyard finds its groove.

But under the giggles, the moon goes pale —

Every laugh pulls the night into the witch’s tale.

Chorus (both, huge & ridiculous)

Graveyard hunt! Witch’s disco of doom —

Minions with monocles, vampires in costume.

The town’s doing the tango with a rattle and hum,

Till Link and Princess Elliya take the midnight run.

She’s the princess of fun; he’s the hero who maps —

Together they turn horror to slapstick and traps!

Verse 2 (male, faster)

The butcher’s a minion who juggles bats, not meat,

The librarian vampire checks books for a seat.

The mayor’s two-headed now, both heads in a bow,

One orders the chaos; the other takes a bow.

(The organ moans like someone’s sat on a ghost.)

Pre-Chorus (female, sass)

The witch counts minions like applause in a cup —

But she missed one thing: the two who won’t give up.

Elliya throws confetti like a glitter grenade,

Link fires a hookshot that sings like a parade.

Bridge (duet, sly)

Male: He slashes gloom with a ribboned sword,

Female: She tickles shadows until they can’t hoard.

Male: Vampires stop fanging and start flossing teeth,

Female: Minions file paperwork — they now work beneath.

Chorus (bigger, choir joins)

Graveyard hunt! From scare to slapstick they run,

Confetti and courage outshine the witch’s fun.

The witch sneezes glitter, her hexes lose steam,

Elliya leads a conga that breaks every scheme.

Finale (triumphant, comic)

Now dawn is a disco ball, coffins clap in time,

The witch trades in her broom for a part-time mime.

Link pockets his sword; Elliya crowns the sun —

They guard the night with a joke and a pun.

(Last sound: a delighted child’s giggle — the truest spell of all.)