Boogieman

Deep in the jungle lives a crazy old man
With a bed made of trouble and crayfish for hands
He camps in the bushes, all he's got is a walkman
He spots a hiking group, well, he's gonna stalk them
Now no-one's ever seen him, no-one knows where he comes from
He's right behind you but when you turn around he's gone
When you least expect it, when the night goes black
You'll hear a voice rumble from inside your own backpack
Booga-booga-booga-booga
Booga-booga-booga-booga
Booga-booga-booga-booga
Well I'm the boogieman
He lives inside your cupboard with your boxers and school shoes
He doesn't have a name, he doesn't leave any clues
Oh, a boogie's got the beat
Oh yes he rip it out your heart
He's got your number too, he wrote it down in the dark
Well he's an evil old thing but he sure knows how to move
He's only got three teeth but nothing left to prove
He's underneath your mattress, try not to be scared
A blink and open up your eyes
Man he's inside your bed
A-booga-booga-booga-booga
A-booga-booga-booga-booga
Booga-booga-booga-booga
Well I'm the boogieman
Sit down, I want to talk to you
I know that you've been under a strain for a long time
I know that you don't understand or appreciate my work
But if we do have visitors you mustn't let them know that we have problems
After all, what goes on here is no business of anyone's
Do we understand each other?