Lyrics

THE YEAR OF BEETLEJUICE
He beat me by four days and forty-seven years
I was too late to the show; I was too late to be heard
He stole away from his hometown—a middle-finger to his fears
I stayed around for far too long; I was safe, but I wasn’t assured
It took me by surprise the first time I heard him sing
“You’re No Good,” “New York Town,” “Well, well, well
So I Can Die Easy,” so I stepped into the ring
It ain’t until you toss in your cap that you can answer the bell
Everybody’s got a foe, everybody’s got a friend
Everybody’s got a frown, everybody’s got a grin
But nobody’s got the lowdown on what’s about to begin and end
I met her once in haste at the wicked Gate of Horn
She sang the German Lied; she sang “Muleskinner Blues”
She sang “The Battle Hymn,” “No More Auction Block, No More”
I listened with regard, ‘cuz what you hear is what you choose
It was the year of Beetlejuice, the last year of Reagan’s rule
The year that he gave ‘em “Down in the Groove” and they gave him the Hall of Fame
It was the year that Miss Holmes got back in the booth and sang some spirituals
After a decade and a half recording drought; it was the year that I got my name