Ghost of Barrelhouse Joe

There's an old deserted, hunky-count, when old one dares to go. Not to say the place is haunted by the toast of Baralasjo. Spiders, booms, and goblins, toads, and frogs, and freaks.

And there's one sic-ty-hickey-doo, who yells and screams and shrieks. He scares the neighborhood so that everybody moved their way, far away. At midnight, broken vitals start a-runkin' on the shelf And that old beat up the ennequil Is the fangin' away by itself A flanker, flanker, flanker, flanker Play the flanker, flanker, flank St. Louis

Before we feed the sound a little screwy We get on the key-clap way This group sure wants a barrel house Crowding deep to the farm And listen to the skeleton of a booty-woody star Because the creeps all know It's the ghost of barrel house Joe He's a parrot that we used to know

Play piano and he really goes That's why all the bell was missed It's so unfair all has gone Heaps of pain and the folks are safe Where's Joe?

Where's Joe? Where's Joe? Hello, he's missing And the remedy is in For Joe, he ain't in that way