Dead End Lane Dentist's Curse

There's a bald, old dentist down on Dead End Lane. Pills in his

pocket and a mind half-insane. Had a wife with a smile, but he wanted

her gone. So he staged a tire screech tragedy right on her lawn.

Now he's brushing off the gravel with a wicked grin. Slickin' back the

bare scalp where his hair used to be. Well, he met a

big heifer of a woman at the county fair. Danced the rockabilly shuffle with flowers

in her hair. They were married by the weekend, but the trouble set in.

She saw watchful trees and shadows creeping in. Kept screamin' 'bout the comments people