"And now a medley of my hit," Bobby "Boris" Pickett would annnounce on some stage somewhere round about Halloween every year of the last several decades. And then you'd hear the sound of a rusty-hinged coffin opening and Mr Pickett would begin the sole opus in his oeuvre:
I was working in the lab late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For my monster from his slab began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise...
He did the Mash, he did the Monster Mash, and it was a graveyard smash for Bobby Pickett for 44 years... It was half an hour's work that paid the rent for the rest of his life, until his death from leukemia a couple of weeks ago..
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