Out of the cupboard
Out of the locker
Where ever it comes from
He’s knocked off his rocker


So full of despair
Why me, he cries
Wetter than wet
As another one flies


Out of the closet
From over the door
How could the Phantom
Do anything more


Just you wait
I’ll get even he said
Chuckling to himself
As he short-sheeted Chet’s bed

 

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