I've been dead for fifty years
It's been a dreadful bore
Crying every single day
The toilet is quite a chore
My peers were mean to me
In every single class
And now all I get are these books
Thrown through my bottom
I'm a ghost worth fifty points
If you aim through my heart
But even ghosts need friends too
Being lonely like me's an art
I'm a ghost worth fifty points
If you aim through my heart
But even ghosts need friends too
Being lonely like me's an art
I've been dead for fifty years
It's been a dreadful bore
Crying every single day
The toilet is quite a chore