When everyone was tucked up tight And darkness ate up all the light I wiggled and I wormed my way outside But the boy whose head, inside I hid Is no longer a tiny kid Today the age of sixty-five Oh brains as old as these Are susceptible to mental disease So now my master's mute Locked in an institute I will show them all! I've discovered a ruse To leave this body in which whose Head I've been a resident for many years If I just collect the goodies From inside six other boogies I can build myself a skin and leave from here Oh just you wait and see All the skin belongs to me So I shall search these halls for other Boogie souls I will show them all!