Don't you get lost in the dark and dreary Inglewoods
You might not come back alive!
There's lions and luzzards
And great silver buzzards
In the Inglewoods
| And the air is perfumed with the strangest of odors | |
| Look out! | |
| And always there's the roaring of the giant silver buzzards | |
| Look out! |
Don't you get lost in the dark and dreary Inglewoods
You might not come back alive!