Jole Blon's Ghost

I know it's not the landlord, I don't owe him the same He wouldn't come this time and I tried to collect his ring I know it's not the milkman, cause milkers show don't drink If I knew I'd tell you what it is, but when I tried to think I hear a bank I say to great big, shining eyes and stare

I hear a fake, fake, fake, I see two great big, shining eyes and stare I think I'll play it could be my first wife, my second, third and fourth It could even be the fifth one who's soonly for divorce Now it might be the little girl, I always love the most

I'll tell you what I think it is, it's Julie Blond's ghost I hear a fake, there's a stare I think I'll call the good I guess I must be dreaming, but they keep coming back Sometimes they're dressed in solid white, the next night dressed in black

I guess my days are numbered, but I'll try to sleep again And if I never do wake up, you know this is me And I hear a fake, fake, fake, I'll sing to great big shining eyes and stare I think I'll go through