What ghost is it
well I know not yours
Because you left this world clean
and you're not haunting it
So it must be me
some I-once-was kid
had something tossed away
and now I'm wanting it
or maybe that crumb of cheese
or a bowl of ice cream
oh I say I know better
but just look at me
And that mean patrol boy
ain't a haunting sure
but he's looking real prone
to throw the book at me
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