Lyrics Ichabod Crane - Momus

This prissy, skinny lanky-liver calculating fool
Has come to Sleepy Hollow to teach at the school
He's a greedy snobby creep with a long snipe nose
And he loves to trick and pick on me, big Brom Bones

Now Ichabod is clever but we have verified
That any tale with ghosts in it can make him terrified
Particularly the story of a soldier, long dead
Who rides through Sleepy Hollow without a head

Ichabod Crane!
Ichabod Crane!
Ichabod Crane!
Pumpkin brain!

Well Katrina is the daughter of Baltus Van Tassel
A fruity little beauty at the harvest festival
And Ichabod the trickster wants to love her for her money
But she wants me - so that's not funny

Well the storm it is a rising and the branches lash around
And Ichabod is riding past the hollow burial ground
When suddenly he catches sight, behind him in the road
Of a horseback stranger who doesn't have a head

Ichabod Crane!
Ichabod Crane!
Ichabod Crane!
Pumpkin brain!

Ichabod is screaming and a whipping at his horse
Trying to cross the bridge he knows the ghost can't cross
But the horseman throws his head at him, Ichabod is down
And all they find by morning is a pumpkin on the ground

Ichabod Crane!
Ichabod Crane!
Ichabod Crane!
Pumpkin brain!