Big Ghost

I’m looking in the window
Looking in the window
Careful on the ground
And we’re creeping down the floor boards Creeping down the floor boards
Stumbling around
But wait a sound
A trembling and shaking
Can you hear the sound of laughter Rolling like the babbling of a brook
Old and young are getting drunk together Dancing like the big ghost wrote the
book
And I heard rumours of a big ghost Rumours of a big ghost
With fire on his tongue
And we’re rolling the with the big ghost Dancing with the big ghost
And drinking with his son
But wait the sound
A quake in San Francisco
Can you hear the sound of laughter Rolling like the babbling of a brook
Old and young are getting drunk together Dancing like the Big Ghost wrote the
book