Boss’s daughter went for a stroll
Got drunk and fell in a hole
Gravediggers didn’t know
So they buried her from head to toe
Didn’t scream didn’t make a sound
No wonder she can’t be found
Judging from the boss’s stare
Someone better get her outta there
Satan’s daughter’s buried alive
Zombies went lookin’ first
Drivin’ ‘round in a beat up hearse
They returned without a trace
Shoulda seen the look on his face
Next in line was the ghouls and ghosts
All they found was a head on a post
Werewolves must save the day
Or there’s gonna be hell to pay
The job was ours we were on the case
Sniffin’ ‘round all over the place
We used our claws to dig in the dirt
Prayin’ hard that she wasn’t hurt
Boss was sad didn’t get outta bed
Thought for sure that she was dead
Then we heard a faint heart beat
Dug more and we found her feet