me and the ghost upstairs

once upon a midnight dreary

while i pondered weak and weary

from a long trip on the erie

comes a rappin' on my chamber door

it's an ectoplasmic tapping

that disturbs my nightly napping

like a shroud that's gently flapping

emanating from the second floor. buddies are we

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 tickle his funny bone

lonely old ghost upstairs

regular folks

droppin' our worldly cares

swappin' our jokes

me and the ghost upstairs

and then she slaps his shroud and laughs out loud

and says oh boy