Me And The Ghost Upstairs

But mid-night dreary while I ponder weak and weary From a long trip on the eerie comes a-rapping at my chamber door It's an extra-plasmic tapping that serves my nightly napping Like this route that gently flapping emanating from the second floor But it's always me and the ghosts upstairs Sipping our tea, me and the ghosts upstairs

But he's inclined to moan when left alone So I think of things that will 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 slaps his shroud and lapsed out loud And he says, oh boy, that will paralyze all the ground

Dolly old ghost upstairs He's quite a cook, he turns a beautiful drink He wrote a book and with invisible ink I took a look and the title, torn my face Was the groups of race once and a while He brings a gang of friends Does it in style?

Killers to 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 fair Me and the ghost upstairs Hahaha To my tip find a fair Me and the ghost upstairs