Lon Chaney

Oh Lon Chaney, where you been so long?
Sit right down and let me sing you a song
I seen you on a movie in my room

Oh Lon Chaney with the velvet touch
Silver dagger in the black man's crutch
Now's the time to come out from your tomb

You look so sad
With a face of stone
With a hunchback sigh you live

Oh Lon Chaney with the velvet touch
Gypsy woman that you love so much
Say goodbye, you're cured, you're free at last

Oh Lon Chaney, what's to hold you back?
The Wolfman's dead, and the old black cat is gone
Like a memory faded from your past

You look so sad
With a face of stone
Just skin and bone
You're all alone

With a hunchback sigh you live