Going to the Jack-O-Lantern. Gonna get married.
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Going to the jackal of love.

The story:

It was the first song I ever learned enough of to sing along with on the radio. I was about six or seven at the time, and when my parents heard me singing they asked me to repeat myself. I finally gave in and sang it for them, only to have them spend the next ten minutes laughing at me. -_-;
It all made some sort of sense though at the time. I imagined a huge carved-out pumpkin, like the one Cinderella rode in to the palace only MUCH bigger, and I just figured the jackal of love was a sweet doggy they kept outside for kids to play with. *shrugs*