The Haunted Bedroom Blues

Lyrics: The Haunted Bedroom Blues

Shoo-be-doo-wah, shoo-be-doo-weep, Nobody lets her get some sleep! Shoo-be-doo-wah, shoo-be-doo-boom, Don’t go near the bedroom! I met a sweet gal down at the diner, She had a smile like cherry pie, I said, “Come over, hear my records,” She said, “Sugar, don’t be shy.” We danced the twist right through the hallway, The moon was shining bright, Everything was going groovy— Till we got upstairs that night! The doorknob froze, the curtains flew, My sweetheart turned pale blue, I said, “Don’t worry, honey babe—” Then a ghost yelled, “Boo-hoo-hoo!” Oh no, not the bedroom! That spooky, moody bedroom! The parlor’s fine, the kitchen’s keen, The sofa’s like a dream-room! But when we cross that doorway, The candles start to flare, And fifty ghostly ladies shout, “Get outta there! Get outta there!” “oooh!” I brought home Linda from the bowling alley, She wore perfume and capri pants, She said, “Your place is awful charming,” Then asked me if I’d like to dance. The radio played “Da Doo Ron Ron,” My heart began to zoom, But then a cold wind slapped her beehive The second we reached my room! Oh no, not the bedroom! That dreadful little dead-room! The stairs don’t creak, the sink don’t leak, The ghosts don’t haunt the guest-room! But when romance comes calling, They float down from the air, And chase my baby out the house In curlers and underwear! I said, “Girls, please! Can’t a lady have a little happiness?” And one ghost said, “Not in that bedspread, honey.” “Get out… get out… get out!” There’s Mabel in the mirror frame, And Pearl inside the wall, There’s Agnes in the wardrobe, Making faces at us all. They rattle chains, they moan my name, They throw my shoes about, And when I say, “This one might stay,” They scream, “Oh no she won’t—GET OUT!” Oh no, not the bedroom! That goosebump-giving gloom-room! The porch is sweet, the rugs are neat, There’s nothing wrong with my broom-room! But every time I’m happy, They rise up from the chair, A supernatural sisterhood With murder in their stare! Why, oh why, must they torment me? Why can’t they let love be? They had their chance in 1890— Now why pick on little old me? I’ve tried a priest, I’ve tried a plumber, I’ve tried sage and bug spray too, But all I got was ectoplasm On my brand-new go-go shoes! Ooooh, she won’t stay! Ooooh, run away! Ooooh, love is doomed— In the haunted bedroom! Last night I met a girl named Rosie, She said, “I don’t scare easy, dear.” I thought, “At last! My luck is changing!” Then the ceiling whispered, “She’s here.” The bedposts danced, the quilt caught fire, The portraits formed a choir, And Rosie jumped straight through the window— Which was really rather higher. Oh no, not the bedroom! That tragic little tomb-room! My heart says yes, my ghosts say no, I’m living in a doom-room! So if you love a lonely girl With haunted furniture, We’ll stay downstairs forever, babe— The couch is much securer! Shoo-be-doo-wah, shoo-be-doo-weep, Nobody lets her get some sleep! Shoo-be-doo-wah, my love life’s dead, There’s seven ladies under her bed! Oh no, not the bedroom… Not the bedroom… Not the bedroom… The haunted bedroom blues!

About this song

This lighthearted comedic blues track follows a hapless narrator whose romantic dates are repeatedly derailed by a meddling group of ghosts that haunt his bedroom. It features silly spooky lyrics, playful doo-wop ad-libs, and a goofy, upbeat tone perfect for novelty Halloween playlists.

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• @germancowboy · Jun 24, 2026

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