Gomez (Spoken):
Morticia mia

(Sung):
Morticia, Morticia
The name alone is gold
It speaks of death 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 exclude my darling 'Tish

Male Ancestors:
Morticia!

Gomez:
Morticia

Male Ancestors:
Ah!