Heading out into the night
All of us are dressed in black
And we’re piled in Eric’s ride
As we drive from house to house
We’re scoping each one out
Wondering what we’ll take from their garden
Running down the road
We’ve taken all your gnomes
Never been a rhyme or reason why
Looking at your lawn
You notice they’re all gone
All your gnomes are now becoming mine
And we’re waving goodbye
Thinking back when we were kids
All those crazy things we did
And somehow got away with it
Yet I find it odd somehow
Cause even at my age now
I am still tempted to steal them
In the morning when the sun comes up
You will see our footprints by your shrub
And all those gnomes you paid good money for
Have gotten up and walked right out your door
And now we’re after more
We are taking them
We are taking them all
And we’re waving goodbye
Goodbye.