Creeping in the grass, talking to myself, getting up the nerve
Mr. Mischief Night, Mr. Mischief Night, Mr. Mischief Night
Hear the ringing phone in my earpiece and from across the lawn
Mr. Mischief Night, Mr. Mischief Night, Mr. Mischief Night

This is me unboxing my new X-ray vision scope
I’m wearing it to bed, I don’t know why I need it yet
My heart is banging like a gun and I can’t suppress a smile
I’m smearing up the maps I’m gripping in my sweaty mitts

Smearing up the maps that I tightly grip in my sweaty mitts
Mr. Mischief Night, Mr. Mischief Night, Mr. Mischief Night
Hear the ringing phone in my earpiece and from across the lawn
Mr. Mischief Night, Mr. Mischief Night, Mr. Mischief Night

Wait, what, oh no! I think the sun is coming up
How long have I been shivering beneath your gate?
I’m knee-deep in the hoopla now, I’m face down in the ticks
Mummified and paralyzed by the work I undertake

(Mr. Mischief Night, Mr. Mischief Night, Mr. Mischief Night)