Night Stalker

It's midnight, a night-owl
Is howling on a withering tree
But watch out, there's something
Going on, on the cemetery
The body-snatcher
Is digging up the graves
Bone-marauding
No human corpse is safe

He's a night stalker
He's a grave-robber
He's a madman
He's eager for some prey
He's a night stalker
He's a grave-robber

You got to call on him
Ten pounds are his pay

By the light of a candle
He's doing his dirty work
He shatters the coffins
And the black rats are on the lurk
The grave is plundered
A dead dog lies close by
A cab's removing
The dawn is in the sky

He's a night stalker...