My sandwiches are stale as all the promises you made, And I can taste the teardrops in my lemonade. Yes, life's no picnic without ya. I guess our relation was just infatuation. Now you've gone. Now you've gone.
Happy haunts materialize and begin to vocalize.
Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize. Now don't close your eyes and don't try to hide Or a silly spook may sit by your side. Shrouded in a daft disguise, they pretend to terrorize. Grim Grinning Ghosts come out to socialize. As the moon climbs high o'er the dead oak tree Spooks arrive for the midnight spree.