The Pickle Man & Mr. Moose

In Chicago at 8136 South Ellis,
There lived a policeman and his two dogs
One night a robber came in to steal some stuff
And the dogs starting barking
(ruff ruff, ruff ruff)
The robber took his gun and shot the dogs in the head
They fell to the ground and bled 'till they were dead
But they didn't go to Heaven
They decided to remain
In a world in between, on an alternate plane
They're called the Pickle Man
And Mr. Moose
They're orange ghosts, and they're on the loose
They are the pickle man
And Mr. Moose
They're dead German Shepherds, and they like to spook
Well me and my family moved to a new house
At 8136 South Ellis
And after we arrived, we soon found out
That we were not the only ones living in the house
And one night when me and my sisters were sleeping
Mr. Moose and the Pickle Man came a-creeping
They floated in the air with an orange glow
And they would tickle us and wouldn't let us go
The Pickle Man and Mr. Moose
They're orange ghosts, and they're on the loose
They are the Pickle Man
And Mr. Moose
They're dead German Shepherds, and they like to spook
If you live in Chicago, and you want to see a ghost
At night you can take a little walk
Around 8136 South Ellis
And you just might be tickled by those dogs
The Pickle Man, and Mr. Moose
They're orange ghosts, and they're on the loose
The Pickle Man, and Mr. Moose
They're dead German Shepherds, and they like to spook
And they tickled me to smithereens, all three of the ghosts
(So there were three ghosts?)
Three ghosts - there were two Mr. Mooses
One small one, one big one, and Pickle Man
(Why was he called Pickle Man?)
Because his face was cut like a pickle
And he would--it was like you cut a pickle
It was in the same shape as a pickle cut
With three corners