Lyr Req: Haunted House (Jumpin' Gene Simmons)

Subject: need lyrics--haunted house
From:
Date: 01 Nov 96 - 11:26 AM

Back in the 'fifties there was a rock & roll song called "Haunted House," or something like that. I believe it began with "I just moved into a haunted house;" and the last line of each verse was "will you be here when mornin' comes?" There was also a phrase about "Ain't no haint gonna run me off." I would appreciate any help possible.

Subject: RE: need lyrics--haunted house
From:
Date: 07 Nov 96 - 03:04 PM

Hi: Gene Simmons (pre-Kiss days) was the artist...

[* Jumpin' Gene Simmons (actually Morris Eugene Simmons, born 1937) was not the same person as Gene Simmons (born Chaim Witz in 1949) of Kiss. The latter chose his stage name to honor the former. --A Mudelf]

Subject: RE: need lyrics--haunted house
From: BlueFolk
Date: 18 Jan 02 - 01:21 PM

http://www.robert-kruse.com/samudio/pages/lyric-haunted.html has got the lyrics of that classic rockabilly song

Subject: RE: need lyrics--haunted house
From: Mrrzy
Date: 18 Jan 02 - 01:51 PM

Blicky

Subject: RE: need lyrics--haunted house
From: Gary T
Date: 18 Jan 02 - 05:32 PM

The first recording was by, I believe, the fellow who wrote the song. The bigger chart hit, as llouie mentioned, was by Jumpin' Gene Simmons (which name shows a flair for excess that blossomed in Kiss).

[* Jumpin' Gene Simmons (actually Morris Eugene Simmons, born 1937) was not the same person as Gene Simmons (born Chaim Witz in 1949) of Kiss. The latter chose his stage name to honor the former. --A Mudelf]

Subject: Lyr Add: HAUNTED HOUSE (Jumpin' Gene Simmons)
From: GUEST
Date: 18 Jan 02 - 08:25 PM

This more like the version I recall...

HAUNTED HOUSE
Jumpin' Gene Simmons

I just moved in my new house today
Movin' was hot but I got squared away
Bells started ringin' and chains rattled loud
I knew I'd moved in a haunted house

Still I made up in my mind to stay
Nothin' was a gonna drive me away
When I seen somethin' that gave me the creep
Had a one big eye and two big feet

I stood right still and I did the freeze
And he did the stroll right up to me
Made a sound with his feet like a drum
Sayin' you'll be here when the mornin' comes

Say yes I'll be here when the mornin' comes
I'll be right here and I ain't gonna run
I bought this house now you know I'm boss
Ain't no haint gonna run me off

In the kitchen my stove was a blazin' hot
The coffee was a boilin' in the pot
The grease had melted in my pan
I had a hunk of meat in my hand

From out of space there sat a man
On a hot stove was pots and pans
Say that's hot, I began to shout
He drank a hot coffee from the spout

He ate the raw meat right from my hand
Drank the hot grease from the fryin' pan
He said to me, now you better run
And don't be here when the mornin' comes

Say yes I'll be here when the mornin' comes
I'll be right here and I ain't gonna run
I bought this house now you know I'm boss...[F-A-D-E]
Ain't no haint gonna run me off

Subject: RE: need lyrics--haunted house
From: Gary T
Date: 19 Jan 02 - 12:07 AM

The linked version and GUEST's version have a few errors in the lyrics, compared to Simmon's recording. Here are the lyrics from that record, with a few of my notes in brackets:

I just moved in my new house today
Movin' was hard but I got squared away
Bells started ringin' and chains rattled loud
I knew I'd moved in a haunted house

Still I made up in my mind to stay
Nothing was a-gonna drive me away
When I seen somethin' that give me the creep
Had one big eye and-a two big feet

I stood right still and I did the freeze
["the freeze" was a dance]
He did the stroll right up to me
[so was "the stroll"]
Made a noise with his feet that sound like a drum
Say "You'll be here when the morning come?"

Say yes I'll be here when the morning come
I'll be right here and I ain't gonna run
I bought this house, now you know I'm boss
Ain't no haint gonna run me off
["haint" is a colloquial term for a haunt/ghost/spook, etc.]

In the kitchen my stove was a-blazin' hot
The coffee was boilin' in the pot
The grease had melted in my pan
I had a hunk of meat in my hand

From outer space there sat a man
["man from outer space" meaning some sort of scary, super-powered Martian or other extraterrestrial]
On the hot stove with the pots and pans
"Say that's hot," I began to shout
He drank-a hot coffee right from the spout

He ate the raw meat right from my hand
Drank the hot grease from the fryin' pan
He said to me, "Now you better run,
And don't be here when the morning come."

Say yes I'll be here when the morning come
I'll be right here and I ain't gonna run
I bought this house, now you know I'm boss...

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Haunted House
From:
Date: 27 Nov 05 - 11:19 AM

Anyone know where to find a digital file of this song?

Subject: Lyr Add: THE HAUNTED HOUSE (Ray Noble)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 19 Nov 14 - 06:27 PM

Here's an altogether different song with the same title. I'll put it here so that if someone goes searching for Halloween songs, they'll find both of them.

You can hear this at YouTube. (There is some inane patter at the beginning; the singing starts at 1:43.) It's also on Spotify.


THE HAUNTED HOUSE
Written by Max Kester & Ray Noble, 1931
As recorded by New Mayfair Dance Orchestra (Ray Noble, conductor)

When the doors all squeak
And the windows creak
And the ceilings leak
'Cause the roof's antique
And you hear a shriek
And your legs feel weak,
It's a haunted house.

There's a dismal moan
Like a weird trombone
And the old hambone
Is suddenly thrown.
You are all alone
With the great unknown
In the haunted house.

There's only one good spirit; it's the spirit in the bottle.
With shaking hands you pull the cork and pour some down your throttle.

There's a clank of chains
And the smell of brains
And a gory stain
Where the Duke was slain
And you've got chilblains
And varicose veins
In the haunted house.

From the old oak beam
Hangs a corpse; you seem
To feel a wet stream
With a sinister gleam
And you wake with a scream
From a horrible dream
Of the haunted house.

When the cavalier
With a dreadful leer
Tried to disappear
Through the chiffonier
And you cling with fear
To the chandelier,
It's a haunted house.

The air is full of clammy claws that clutch you by the collar,
So gargle night and morning just in case you have to holler.

There are lights and sprites
And awful frights
In flesh-pink tights.
In the dead of night
Comes a woman in white
So you're quite all right
In the haunted house.

When the old church clock
Strikes twelve, there's a knock.
With a sudden shock
You remember the lock.
On the door there's a crock—
Oh, why did you mock
At the haunted house?

It is black as pitch
And your eyeballs twitch.
In the darkest niche
Sits a dirty witch
And the lighting switch
Is out of reach
In the haunted house.

When the slavey's filled the gravy why is she so pallid?
Something poked her in the pantry when she fetched the salad.

"I'm filled with dread.
Yes, I'm nearly dead.
I saw a head
Underneath my bed.
Come out if you can.
I could do with a man
In the haunted house."