The Metallurgical Ghost Ghost Towns ‘Casper’ the Palm Cottage Ghost The Spirit House The Ghost of the Star Hotel, Macksville The Ghostly By-pass Ghosts of Girlfriends Past De Ghost of Michael Ghost-writers of the Valley
Spirit House Sacred stones, on the Island, like emu eggs forgotten Till one night, Teddy and Benji, being in the spirits Decide to play
They took them stones, carried them away To the house, where many lay, Seeping a sleep of the good
What’s dat der commotion, who goes? You dem wakes us up, its not even day So what’s going on?
Never you mind, go back to sleep The boys are silly with the smokes and the drink I’ll make them stop
Before she could speak, the boys pulled a prank Hidden from view, they filled their hank With stones
See here, sacred stones, in my hank, take a look Silly me, all I could see was coins And a blob of snot
Quit that lingo, Teddy calls out I’m talkin to them, I want you all out Of the house, real soon
Up thru a hole, black spirit arose, Gabbed Ted by the arm and left him a sore All puss-like and white, red on black
Teddy never came back To the spirit house
Ghosts of girlfriends past Starry, starry night A good place to go, was the flicks, down the street, where the chicks did tricks After the flicks, then down to the park, to smoke some dope, and part some parts Girlfriends galore, when you’re as thick as a brick, hanging around, so many chicks
Love sucks, marriage is worse, bro don’t do it, it’s unlikely to last Connor you twerp, I taught you everything you know, bout dragging in chicks I’ll send you some friends, who will teach you, a trick or two, about yourself
Vandermeersh, you were my first, but Jen was the one, to give me a camera A pic I did take, little good it did, she kissed another It hurt, broke my heart, never again, I’ll lead by the head The Metallurgical Ghost
One ghastly night, on a roadway near here All silver and sleek, a lady came gurgling A ghostly vision, all wet and slippery Missed the turn to its date with destiny
Round the bend, back cross the rail To pull up in front, of a heavy-set truck Wheezing and sighing, it fell over itself Then settled for good, while oozing dark blood
Bloody darn ghosts, never no good Send it to hell, and get us some smokes So the ghost went away, on the back of a Mack The boys drank its spirits, laughing and leering..
A town far away, like a ‘roo in the mist Was often the spot, we all went to fish It thrived and hubbed, a neat place to go Sometimes by train, more often by road
Taking the car, caravan and boat All three in a line, no wonder they broke A license you need to drive on the road To fish in the river, but not for a poem
Then one fine day, a great big idea Let’s by-pass the town, make things better here Yes or No? Let the people decide Do you want the road to go pass you by?
Sounds good to us, it will make it all quiet No loud noises for us, when sleeping at night The kids will be safe, the shops will prosper So send it along, round us and away yonder
But no one would think, Such a simple act Would conjure a ghost, With the road out the back.
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