When [bad word] to surprises in the moonlit night
I excel without ever even trying
I am the best

With the slightest little effort of my ghostlike charms
I have see grown men give out a shriek
With a wave of my hand and a well-placed moan
I have swept the very bravest off their feet

Yet year after year, it's the same routine
And I grow so weary of the sound of screams
And I,
I am the best

I'm a master of fright and a demon of light
And I'll scare you right out of your pants
To a guy in Kentucky, I am Mister Unlucky
And I'm known throughout England and France

I am the best