Jack and Mary, sitting in a tree:
"This hill is scary, Jack, will you hold me?"
"Of course I'll hold you on this long, cold night.
I'll hold you close. I'll hold you tight."

Two young lovers, sitting on a hill:
Jack and Mary looking for their thrill.
Little did they know what lay beneath.
Two bare bodies over baring teeth.

A pack of dogs was buried there.
Jack and Mary neither knew, nor cared.
After years and years of underground slumber,
Former pets had worked up quite a hunger.

Run young lovers.
Run for your lives.
The dead dogs are coming with teeth like knives.
Run young lovers.
Get a headstart;
The dead dogs are coming to rip you apart.

I tell you I never felt quite a chill,
Like the chill I felt up there on Dead Dogs' Hill,
And when the sun goes down they will eat their fill,
Up on Dead Dogs' Hill.
On Dead Dogs.
I tell you I never felt quite a chill,
Like the chill I felt up there on Dead Dogs' Hill,
And when the sun goes down they will eat their fill,
Up on Dead Dogs' Hill.
On Dead Dogs' Hill.

Jack and Mary, all out of breath,
Running wild they're chased by death.
Their only hope is to get to the car,
Don't look behind you, it can't be far!

Two young lovers could hear the sound,
Of a hundred paws pounding on the ground.
"They're gaining, Jack! I can hear them coming!"
"Don't turn round! Just keep running!"

I tell you I never felt quite a chill,
Like the chill I felt up there on Dead Dogs' Hill,
And when the sun goes down they will eat their fill,
Up on Dead Dogs' Hill.
On Dead Dogs.
I tell you I never felt quite a chill,
Like the chill I felt up there on Dead Dogs' Hill,
And when the sun goes down they will eat their fill,
Up on Dead Dogs' Hill.
On Dead Dogs' Hill.

Jack and Mary were both found dead.
On November frost their bodies bled.
Their skeletons were scattered round,
all around blood-spattered ground.

The moral of the tale is this, my dear,
Can you read me loud and clear?:
Don't ever go in search of a thrill,
Up on the grisly Dead Dogs' Hill.

If you don't pay heed to this simple warning,
You'll find you don't awake next morning.
So remember this tale of Jack and Mary;
A tale of tails to keep you wary.

I tell you I never felt quite a chill,
Like the chill I felt up there on Dead Dogs' Hill,
And when the sun goes down they will eat their fill,
Up on Dead Dogs' Hill,
On Dead Dogs.
I tell you I never felt quite a chill,
Like the chill I felt up there on Dead Dogs' Hill,
And when the sun goes down they will eat their fill,
Up on Dead Dogs' Hill.
On Dead Dogs' Hill.

I tell you I never felt quite a chill,
Like the chill I felt up there on Dead Dogs' Hill,
And when the sun goes down they will eat their fill,
Up on Dead Dogs' Hill.
On Dead Dogs.
I tell you I never felt quite a chill,
Like the chill I felt up there on Dead Dogs' Hill,
And when the sun goes down they will eat their fill,
Up on Dead Dogs' Hill.
On Dead Dogs' Hill.