Harry the Ghost, well he sat there all alone. Well, he finally had the time.
He turned on the hose and watered his lawn. His kids walked by and all they did was yawn. Heaven save, his soul.
It was a dark night, on the eve of June. Harry's rollin' home smellin' of perfume. He knew damn sure, his wife would catch him soon. He had to make it home through the curves he flew. It was a damn mess. Blood on the floor. The car flew off and hit the rocks on the shore. He reached for the light above the crash. They burned his body, on the mantle lies the ash.
Well, he, made his, way back to the house. He flew through the walls quieter then a mouse. He put on a record and sat on the couch. His family came out, with wide open mouths. He was playing their favorite tune.
1, 2, a, 1, 2, 3, 4
Harry the Ghost, had to tell em' all he loved em'. Well, he finally had the time.
He tried every Ouiji board, in every store. The mans gotta find a way to be adored, well. Heaven save, his soul.
Well, months past, he watched his family grow. His bowling ball and golf clubs, out the window. His stocks and his cars all managed to plunge. His hearts suckin' dread, just like a sponge. It took him all of this to know he had a life, two great kids and a lovely wife. Cause the devil ain't done there, with his strife. It's been a short life, I'm payin' for my sins. A couple months later his wife got married again. He stood in front of the alter and watched them say, "I do." The man on the records played his favorite tune,