“Where’ve you been?” my brother asked,
“The floor’s all wet and muddy!”
I grinned and said, “Why just ask him,”
And pointed to my buddy.
His name is really Spooky Tooth,
He’s a goblin from my closet,
And where there’s trouble to be found
It’s Spooky Tooth who caused it.

HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN
Is lots and lots of fun.
Today we ran through sprink’lers as fast as we could run.
The footprints on the hallway rug, they all belong to him,
‘Cause I’ve been
HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN. HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN

“What do you have behind your back?”
“Why, it’s a chocolate cookie!”
I shrugged and said, “He must be fed,”
And pointed right at Spooky.

HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN.
Is easy when there’s two.
Today we made a secret trail of cookie crumbs and juice.
The mess we left is not my fault, it’s all because of him,
‘Cause I’ve been
HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN. HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN

One day Spooky disappeared
And he was gone forever.
He even stole a tooth from me;
Boy, was he ever clever!

HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN
And playing all those tricks
Was sure a whole lot easier when I was only six.
Now that Spooky’s not around, I really can’t blame him, for . . .
HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN. HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN

‘Cause Spooky taught me all I know . . . about
HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN. HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN
HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN. HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN
HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN. HOBNOBBIN’ WITH A GOBLIN

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