| Song | Creepy Doll |
| Artist | Jonathan Coulton |
| Album | JoCo Looks Back |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In a town in the woods at the top of a hill | |
| There's a house where no one lives | |
| So you take a big bag of your big city money there | |
| And buy it. | |
| But at night, when the house is dark | |
| And you're all alone, there's a noise upstairs | |
| At the top of the stairs, there's a door | |
| And you take a deep breath and try it. | |
| And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door | |
| There's a tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before. | |
| And there's the creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It's got a ruined eye | |
| That's always open... | |
| And there's a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It's got a pretty mouth | |
| To swallow you whole... | |
| So you scream and you close the door | |
| And you tell yourself it was just a dream | |
| In the morning you head into town, | |
| 'Cause you want to go antiquing. | |
| In the store there's a strange old man | |
| With a wandering eye and a withered hand | |
| When he hands you the old wooden box | |
| You can hear his old bones creaking. | |
| And you know what you will find inside the moment that you see | |
| That someone's carved your name into the tarnished silver key. | |
| And there's a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It's got a ruined eye | |
| That's always open... | |
| And there's a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It's got a pretty mouth | |
| To swallow you whole... | |
| And when you come home late, the doll is waiting up for you | |
| And when you fix a snack, the doll says it would like one too | |
| The doll is in your house and in your room and in your bed | |
| The doll is in your eyes and in your arms and in your head – and you are crazy. | |
| Now it's late and you head downstairs | |
| 'Cause you just can't sleep so you make some tea | |
| And the doll disapprovingly asks | |
| If you really need that much honey. | |
| You decide that you've had enough | |
| And you lock the doll in the wooden box | |
| You put the box in the fireplace | |
| Next to your bag of big city money. | |
| As the smoke fills up your tiny room there's nothing you can do | |
| And far too late you see the one inside the box is you. | |
| And there's a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It's got a ruined eye | |
| That's always open... | |
| And there's a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It's got a pretty mouth | |
| To swallow you whole... |
| In a town in the woods at the top of a hill | |
| There' s a house where no one lives | |
| So you take a big bag of your big city money there | |
| And buy it. | |
| But at night, when the house is dark | |
| And you' re all alone, there' s a noise upstairs | |
| At the top of the stairs, there' s a door | |
| And you take a deep breath and try it. | |
| And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door | |
| There' s a tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before. | |
| And there' s the creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a ruined eye | |
| That' s always open... | |
| And there' s a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a pretty mouth | |
| To swallow you whole... | |
| So you scream and you close the door | |
| And you tell yourself it was just a dream | |
| In the morning you head into town, | |
| ' Cause you want to go antiquing. | |
| In the store there' s a strange old man | |
| With a wandering eye and a withered hand | |
| When he hands you the old wooden box | |
| You can hear his old bones creaking. | |
| And you know what you will find inside the moment that you see | |
| That someone' s carved your name into the tarnished silver key. | |
| And there' s a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a ruined eye | |
| That' s always open... | |
| And there' s a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a pretty mouth | |
| To swallow you whole... | |
| And when you come home late, the doll is waiting up for you | |
| And when you fix a snack, the doll says it would like one too | |
| The doll is in your house and in your room and in your bed | |
| The doll is in your eyes and in your arms and in your head and you are crazy. | |
| Now it' s late and you head downstairs | |
| ' Cause you just can' t sleep so you make some tea | |
| And the doll disapprovingly asks | |
| If you really need that much honey. | |
| You decide that you' ve had enough | |
| And you lock the doll in the wooden box | |
| You put the box in the fireplace | |
| Next to your bag of big city money. | |
| As the smoke fills up your tiny room there' s nothing you can do | |
| And far too late you see the one inside the box is you. | |
| And there' s a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a ruined eye | |
| That' s always open... | |
| And there' s a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a pretty mouth | |
| To swallow you whole... |
| In a town in the woods at the top of a hill | |
| There' s a house where no one lives | |
| So you take a big bag of your big city money there | |
| And buy it. | |
| But at night, when the house is dark | |
| And you' re all alone, there' s a noise upstairs | |
| At the top of the stairs, there' s a door | |
| And you take a deep breath and try it. | |
| And the flashlight shows you something moving just inside the door | |
| There' s a tattered dress and a feeling you have felt somewhere before. | |
| And there' s the creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a ruined eye | |
| That' s always open... | |
| And there' s a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a pretty mouth | |
| To swallow you whole... | |
| So you scream and you close the door | |
| And you tell yourself it was just a dream | |
| In the morning you head into town, | |
| ' Cause you want to go antiquing. | |
| In the store there' s a strange old man | |
| With a wandering eye and a withered hand | |
| When he hands you the old wooden box | |
| You can hear his old bones creaking. | |
| And you know what you will find inside the moment that you see | |
| That someone' s carved your name into the tarnished silver key. | |
| And there' s a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a ruined eye | |
| That' s always open... | |
| And there' s a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a pretty mouth | |
| To swallow you whole... | |
| And when you come home late, the doll is waiting up for you | |
| And when you fix a snack, the doll says it would like one too | |
| The doll is in your house and in your room and in your bed | |
| The doll is in your eyes and in your arms and in your head and you are crazy. | |
| Now it' s late and you head downstairs | |
| ' Cause you just can' t sleep so you make some tea | |
| And the doll disapprovingly asks | |
| If you really need that much honey. | |
| You decide that you' ve had enough | |
| And you lock the doll in the wooden box | |
| You put the box in the fireplace | |
| Next to your bag of big city money. | |
| As the smoke fills up your tiny room there' s nothing you can do | |
| And far too late you see the one inside the box is you. | |
| And there' s a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a ruined eye | |
| That' s always open... | |
| And there' s a creepy doll | |
| That always follows you | |
| It' s got a pretty mouth | |
| To swallow you whole... |