Oh Lon Chaney, where you been so long?

Sit right down and let me sing you a song

I seen you on a movie in my room

Oh Lon Chaney with the velvet touch

Silver dagger in the black man's crutch

Now's the time to come out from your tomb

You look so sad

With a face of stone

With a hunchback sigh you live

Oh Lon Chaney with the velvet touch

Gypsy woman that you love so much

Say goodbye, you're cured, you're free at last

Oh Lon Chaney, what's to hold you back?

The Wolfman's dead, and the old black cat is gone

Like a memory faded from your past

You look so sad

With a face of stone

Just skin and bone

You're all alone

With a hunchback sigh you live