There’s a Ghost behind the door
He looks like the Duke of Canterbury
He can’t get far when he’s in a hurry anymore
His eyes are burning wild
His bellys painted like a flower child
His teeth they rattle like a bucket of ice
In an arctic slide
And he’s dancing on the ceiling
And he’s hiding underneath the floor
And makes his way up the fireplace and
Down through the cellar door
Theres a Ghost behind the walls
The shadows call when the clock strikes midnight
The mournful echoes from the hallway cries out
In a distant murmur
and then a screeching growl a shrieking cackle
to whimpering moan a spirit whispers to an empty home
When your so alone
And he’s dancing on the ceiling
And he’s hiding underneath the floor
And makes his way up the fireplace and
Down through the cellar door
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