Me and the ghost upstairs - Fred Astaire

Once upon a midnight dreary

While i pondered weak and weary

From a long trip on the erie

Comes a rapping 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, dropping our worldly cares

Swapping 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 upon 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

Cause 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