Ichabod Crane

	作曲 : Currie, Howe
	This prissy, skinny lanky-liver calculating fool
	Has come to Sleepy Hollow to teach at the school
	He's a greedy snobby creep with a long snipe nose
	And he loves to trick and pick on me, big Brom Bones
	Now Ichabod is clever but we have verified
	That any tale with ghosts in it can make him terrified
	Particularly the story of a soldier, long dead
	Who rides through Sleepy Hollow without a head
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Pumpkin brain!
	Well Katrina is the daughter of Baltus Van Tassel
	A fruity little beauty at the harvest festival
	And Ichabod the trickster wants to love her for her money
	But she wants me - so that's not funny
	Well the storm it is a rising and the branches lash around
	And Ichabod is riding past the hollow burial ground
	When suddenly he catches sight, behind him in the road
	Of a horseback stranger who doesn't have a head
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Pumpkin brain!
	Ichabod is screaming and a whipping at his horse
	Trying to cross the bridge he knows the ghost can't cross
	But the horseman throws his head at him, Ichabod is down
	And all they find by morning is a pumpkin on the ground
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Pumpkin brain!

	zuò qǔ : Currie, Howe
	This prissy, skinny lankyliver calculating fool
	Has come to Sleepy Hollow to teach at the school
	He' s a greedy snobby creep with a long snipe nose
	And he loves to trick and pick on me, big Brom Bones
	Now Ichabod is clever but we have verified
	That any tale with ghosts in it can make him terrified
	Particularly the story of a soldier, long dead
	Who rides through Sleepy Hollow without a head
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Pumpkin brain!
	Well Katrina is the daughter of Baltus Van Tassel
	A fruity little beauty at the harvest festival
	And Ichabod the trickster wants to love her for her money
	But she wants me so that' s not funny
	Well the storm it is a rising and the branches lash around
	And Ichabod is riding past the hollow burial ground
	When suddenly he catches sight, behind him in the road
	Of a horseback stranger who doesn' t have a head
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Pumpkin brain!
	Ichabod is screaming and a whipping at his horse
	Trying to cross the bridge he knows the ghost can' t cross
	But the horseman throws his head at him, Ichabod is down
	And all they find by morning is a pumpkin on the ground
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Ichabod Crane!
	Pumpkin brain!