Turn Around

I was working all night in my office

When a man I had recently killed

Called me up from a phone near my building

So I looked out the window at him

He had the same obsequious manner

That was the reason I had him killed

So to calm my nerves I sang this song

To him, over the phone

Turn around, turn around

There's a thing there that can be found

Turn around, turn around

It's a human skull on the ground

Human skull on the ground

Turn around

I was out by myself in the graveyard

I was doing an interpretive dance

When I felt something heavy and pointed

Strike me in the back of the neck

And then the ghost of my dance instructor

Pushed me down into an open grave

And as dirt rained down she played a xylophone

And sang me this song

Turn around, turn around

There's a thing there that can be found

Turn around, turn around

It's a human skull on the ground

Human skull on the ground

Turn around

We were waving our arms out the window

Of a fast moving passenger train

Acting in an irresponsible fashion

Until the engineer whose back had been turned

And who we thought would find us highly amusing

Quickly swiveled his head around

And his face which was a paper-white mask of evil

Sang us this song

Turn around, (round) turn around (round)

There's a thing there that can be found (there's a thing there that can be)

Turn around, (found) turn around (round)

It's a human skull on the ground (it's a human skull on the)

Human skull (ground) on the ground (round)

Turn around (turn around, turn around)

Turn around, (round) turn around (round)

There's a thing there that can be found (there's a thing there that can be)

Turn around, (found) turn around (round)

It's a human skull on the ground (it's a human skull on the)

Human skull (ground) on the ground (round)

Turn around (turn around, turn around)