"Goblins Marching"

The goblins are on the way
I don’t know which route, but they’re marching
They’re marching to California Bay

The houses on the block sway
The block is quiet as people are hiding
The goblins are on the way

The brave prepare to slay
Peeking eyes from hiding spots; they are always watching
They’re marching to California Bay

Maybe they’ll meet on the cornfield, at least halfway
Time to charge up batteries, before it’s actually time to start charging
The goblins are on the way

The fog has settled to watch, and the day is dreary and gray
Rhythm of feet, oh wait I know -- it’s marching!
The goblins are the way
They’re marching to California Bay