Haunted by the specter of Randy Tate

Oh, the horror of that disembodied balding pate

Cast a shadow in the sunlight and glows in the dark

And hovers among the righteous light a fetus in a jar



Claims the backing of the heavenly host

And been seen scheming with Joe McCartney's ghost

To drain away your freedom and deny you a choice

And get you belivin' in the lies they foist



With the eyes of a newt and a grinch-like grin

It throws the first stone because spirits don't sin

Well night after night I'm kept awake

Tormented by the specter of Randy Tate