Once upon a midnight dreary While I pondered weak and weary From a long trip on the Erie Comes a rappin' on my chamber door It's an ectoplasmic tapping That disturbs my nightly napping Like a shroud that's gently flapping Emanating from the second floor. Buddies are we, me and the ghost upstairs Sipping our tea, me and the ghost upstairs But he's inclined to moan when left alone So I think of things that'll tickle his funny bone Lonely old ghost upstairs Regular folks, droppin' our worldly cares Swappin' our jokes, me and the ghost upstairs And then she slaps his shroud and laughs out loud And says "Oh boy, that'll paralyze all the crowd!" Jolly old ghost upstairs He's quite a cook He serves a beautiful drink He wrote a book And in invisible ink I took a look And the title 'pon the page Was "The Groups of Wraith" Once in a while he brings a a gang of friends Does it in style, careless of what he spends And though the place is small we have a ball 'Cuz you know those spooks don't require no room at all We have some mighty fine affairs me and the ghost upstairs We have some mighty fine affairs me and the ghost upstairs Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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