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...