It's a foggy night
and something scary's puffing in the dark.
Under your flashlight
you saw a sight that chuffed through that old park.

You back and run,
but water runs out before you can make it.
You stop and freeze,
that face is looking at you in the eyes, you're paralyzed,

Cause it's a spooky, spooky night
And no one's gonna save you from the wrath that's gonna strike!
Yes it's a spooky, spooky night
You're puffing for your life from some spooky engine tonight!

You hear his pistons,
and realize there's no tracks left to run.
You hear the wheeshing
and wonder if you'll ever see the sun.

You close your eyes,
and wish this was just all imagination.
But all the while,
some spooky chuffings coming up behind, you're outta chime!

Cause it's a spooky, spooky night.
There ain't no second chance after he scraps you in the mines, yeah.
Spooky, spooky night,
You're puffing for your life from some spooky engines tonight!

Bad diesels come,
now they want to send you to your grave.
There's no escaping the wheesh of the engines tonight.
This is the end of the line.

They've come to scrap you,
their puffing's scarier from time to time.
They will destroy you,
unless you can out-puff them all your might.

Now is the time, for you and I to buffer up together.
All through the night, I'll save you before you can even scream,
I'll make you see,

That it's a spooky, spooky night,
Yes, they will push you more than any trucks could ever dare try!
Spooky, spooky night!
So let us puff away from these,
Spooky, engines, spooky, engines, tonight!

That it's a spooky, spooky night,
Yes, they will push you more than any trucks could ever dare try!
Spooky, spooky night!
So let us puff away from these,
Spooky, engines...

They're gonna come out tonight...

Fog comes on the island,
Buffer up hand to hand.
Diesels lurk to get steam blood,
they'll scrap you for good.

And whosoever shall be found,
Without the coal to get them out,
Must stand and face the engines of hell.
Or be scrapped into shell...

The scary claw is in the air,
After all these 40 long years,
Diesel 10 is coming to you.
He's closing in to seal your tomb.

And though you puff to stay alive,
Gordon's hill gets even steeper,
For no mere steamie can resist,
The evil of the diesels.

Mwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!