Fred Astaire
Me and the Ghost Upstairs
Once upon a midnight drearyWhile I pondered weak and wearyFrom a long trip on the ErieComes a rappin' on my chamber doorIt's an ectoplasmic tappingThat disturbs my nightly nappingLike a shroud that's gently flappingEmanating from the second floorBuddies are we, me and the ghost upstairsSipping our tea, me and the ghost upstairsBut he's inclined to moan when left aloneSo I think of things that'll tickle his funny boneLonely old ghost upstairsRegular folks, droppin' our worldly caresSwappin' our jokes, me and the ghost upstairsAnd then he slaps his shroud and laughs out loudAnd says "Oh boy, that'll paralyze all the crowd"Jolly old ghost upstairsHe's quite a cook, he serves a beautiful drinkHe wrote a book and in invisible inkSongtexteI took a look and the title 'pon the pageWas 'The Groups of Wraith'Once in a while he brings a gang of friendsDoes it in style, careless of what he spendsAnd though the place is small we have a ball'Cause you know those spooks don't require no room at allWe have some mighty fine affairsMe and the ghost upstairsWe have some mighty fine affairsMe and the ghost upstairs
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