When the sun goes down in my hometown Nobody goes to sleep Campfire lights most every night Towns -folk all gather to feast Dancing shadows paint the sand and Lourelei thinks its neat the way the fire seems to know just how to create heat no one in town can afford the food So they feast on the stories of Good Dr. Woodenhead He tells them Sad Animal Stories they sing Sad Animal Songs they live most of their lives in quiet desperation Everyone loves Dr. Woodenhead Railroads came and changed the town industry never sleeps TV lights most every night shadows are hideouts for theives