Me And The Ghost Upstairs

And weary from the long trip on the eerie comes a rapping at my chamber door It's an extra-plasmic tapping that serves my nightly napping Like a shroud that's gently flapping, emanating from the second floor Buddies are weak, 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 take a hill funny bone Lonely old ghosts upstairs Regular folks, dropping our worldly cares Swapping our jokes, me and the ghosts upstairs And then he snaps his shroud and laughs out loud And he says, oh boy, that'll paralyze all the crown He's quite a cook, he serves a beautiful drink, he wrote a book, and with invisible ink I took a look.

And the title, Pawn my faith, was the groups of race. Once and a while, he brings a gang of friends. Does it in style, care learns of what he spends. And all the places small we have a ball cause you know those books don't require no room at all We have to my tip find a pain me and the ghost upstairs

That's my tip find a pain me and the ghost upstairs There'll be two that go on less than a minute now Don't forget to tell the boys how I went out Chuckling at danger, laughing at fear, and in general acting like a complete idiot.

Say goodbye to all the other agents.