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