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, that'll paralyze all the crowd!"
   Jolly old ghost upstairs
   He's quite a cook
   He serves a beautiful drink
   He wrote a book
   And in invisible ink
   I took a look
   And the title 'pon the page
   Was "The Groups of Wraith"
   Once in a while he brings a a gang of friends
   Does it in style, careless of what he spends
   And though the place is small we have a ball
   'Cuz you know those spooks don't require no room at all
   We have some mighty fine affairs me and the ghost upstairs
   We have some mighty fine affairs me and the ghost upstairs