The sunset crowd's all gone to bed,
But the real party's wakin' the dead.
From Sloppy Joe's down to Louie's Back Yard,
It's Halloween, baby — and the drinks hit hard.
If you hear the music and feel that beat,
You've found the haunting of Duval Street.
There's a woman going trick-or-treating down on Caroline Street,
'Til she finds the party spillin' out with Duval's steamy beat.
Zombies in flip-flops, vampires with rum,
The barstools are haunted, the night's just begun.
Tourists and ghosts both move to the heat,
It's a conga line of chaos in body paint and bare feet.
Flip-flop zombies, rum in hand,
Werewolves jammin' with the tiki band.
Vampires toast while the dead all sing,
The island shakes when the church bells ring!
The moonlight's wild, the crowd's on fire,
The ghosts all dance to the livewire choir.
No retreat, no empty seat —
Welcome to the haunting of Duval Street!
(haunting of Duval Street…)
He caught her eye through the tiki smoke,
A sugar-skull smile, a whispered joke.
She said, "Down here, we don't fear the night —
We dance with the ghosts till the first daylight."
Now he's lost in rhythm, swept off his feet,
Caught in the haunting of Duval Street.
There's a ghost in Margaritaville hummin' along,
Playin' an old Buffett tune gone wrong.
You can feel the past in the warm night air,
Lost souls party like they just don't care.
If you listen close, you'll hear them repeat —
"Meet me tonight on Duval Street…"
Flip-flop zombies, rum in hand,
Werewolves jammin' with the tiki band.
Vampires toast while the dead all sing,
The island shakes when the church bells ring!
The moonlight's wild, the crowd's on fire,
The ghosts all dance to the livewire choir.
No retreat, no empty seat —
Welcome to the haunting of Duval Street!
(haunting of Duval Street…)
As the dawn creeps up and the moonlight fades,
The ghosts head home from the mess they made.
But come next year, they'll all repeat —
The haunting… of Duval Street.