This is a story about a girl that's ugly.

Early morning, she is up
Knock, knock, knock on the door
It's time to mask your, ugly face
It's you they're all hiding from
Lately...
Isn't she ugly, this hideous girl?
And they say...

She's so ugly, she a ghoul
But she cry, cry, cries like a lonely fool, thinking
If I only come out at night
Then why do people run in fright?

A paper bag, hides your face
It's even decked out with lace
And the world is screaming, and they keep on fleeing
But tell me, what happens she stops?
Lately...
Isn't she ugly, this hideous girl?
And they say...

She's so ugly, she a ghoul
But she cry, cry, cries like a lonely fool, thinking
If I only come out at night
Then why do people run in fright?

"Most ugly, and the winner is... Ugly!"
"I'm scared to death for myself standing outside
The bat cave waiting for Ugly"
"Run and hide... Here she comes!"

Isn't she ugly, this hideous girl?
She is so ugly, but why does she cry?
If I only come out at night
Then why do people run in fright?

And they say...
She's so ugly, she a ghoul
But she cry, cry, cries like a lonely fool, thinking
If I only come out at night
Then why do people run in fright?