Gomez (Spoken): Morticia mia (Sung): Morticia, Morticia The name alone is gold It speaks of d**h and labored breath Not fears of growing old If I could stop the clock right now to make a simple wish The only wish that I would wish is 'Tish, 'Tish, 'Tish The wind that makes a window creak The mist inside the word "mystique" Morticia The fluttering wings of bats in flight Those creepy-crawly things at night Morticia The moment she is focused on you Makes you feel alive And after she is through You hope you only just survive Not unlike being stung By every bee inside the hive Morticia The screams she saves only for you The misery she puts you through Morticia Male Ancestors: Morticia Gomez: The chill she brings to every room The lethal stench of French perfume Morticia Male Ancestor: Morticia Gomez: She meets your gaze and promises To send you to the sky When all the while behind that smile She's wondering how you'll die That's why it's so delicious To be dominated by Morticia Not today! That's what I heard her say What's happening to my wife! Male Ancestors: What's happening to your wife?! Gomez: Not today! That's really not okay She must be feeling blue I don't know what to do! Except, perhaps, it's true I must, I can't, I will You think? I shall I'll end my life! Male Ancestors Two and Three: Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Gomez: Morticia Ahh! Male Ancestors: Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo Male Ancestors: Morticia Gomez: She's every dream And every nightmare permanently bound So when I'm dead asleep That's when I feel it most profound But tell me you'll come 'round Before I'm six feet under ground Male Ancestors: Ohh ohh ohh Gomez/Male Ancestors: Morticia! Morticia! Gomez: The hours playing hide and seek That unexpected Greek technique Morticia Male Ancestors: Morticia Gomez: A blackened heart, a darker soul Imprisonment with no parole Male Ancestor One: Morticia! Gomez (Spoken): Nice (Sung): If I love you and you love me then lose this fresh facade My ingenue, I'll help you to avoid the firing squad And life will be, for us you'll see, interminably odd! Male Ancestor: Morticia Gomez: There's not a moment I could wish Male Ancestors: Morticia Gomez: That would would exclude my darling 'Tish Male Ancestors: Morticia! Gomez: Morticia Male Ancestors: Ah!