It's midnight, a night-owl

is howling on a withering tree

but watch out, there's something

Going on, on the cemetery

the body-snatcher

is digging up the graves

bone-marauding

no human corpse is safe



He's a night stalker

he's a grave-robber

he's a madman

he's eager for some prey

he's a night stalker

he's a grave-robber

You got to call on him

ten pounds are his pay



By the light of a candle

he's doing his dirty work

he shatters the coffins

and the black rats are on the lurk

the grave is plundered

a dead dog lies close by

a cab's removing

the dawn is in the sky



he's a night stalker....