In an old country mansion last Christmas I stayed.
A queer looking place, no doubt.
With one lovely girl I had heaps of fun.
I said to myself something's got to be done.
I whispered, "My dear, don't give way to fright.
But in the room you sleep a ghost appears every night."
Believe it or not. Believe it or not. But say I'm telling you.
No silly ghost said she could ever frighten me.
It's all Tommyrot I'm sure I could not. Believe it any-how.
That night at twelve o' clock just as the light she turned out.
Who's that in my room? She cried. And started to shout.
I whispered shut up. I'm the ghost I told you about.
Perhaps you believe it now.
Round a loony asylum one day I look round.
One patient was fairly potts.
She clung round my neck and whispered to me.
The world's greatest sweetheart I happen to be.
I'm queen of passion. Ye gods up above.
I'll prove the meaning of the re-incarnation of love.
Believe it or not. Believe or not. I know they say I'm daft.
She then called me her sheik and bit me on the cheek.
I said that'll do. I don't believe you are really mad somehow.
She locked me in her padded cell and messed me about.
She hugged and kissed and squeezed me. I enjoyed it no doubt.
She then kissed me and said oh boy as I staggered out.
Perhaps you'll believe it now.
**
A queer looking place, no doubt.
With one lovely girl I had heaps of fun.
I said to myself something's got to be done.
I whispered, "My dear, don't give way to fright.
But in the room you sleep a ghost appears every night."
Believe it or not. Believe it or not. But say I'm telling you.
No silly ghost said she could ever frighten me.
It's all Tommyrot I'm sure I could not. Believe it any-how.
That night at twelve o' clock just as the light she turned out.
Who's that in my room? She cried. And started to shout.
I whispered shut up. I'm the ghost I told you about.
Perhaps you believe it now.
Round a loony asylum one day I look round.
One patient was fairly potts.
She clung round my neck and whispered to me.
The world's greatest sweetheart I happen to be.
I'm queen of passion. Ye gods up above.
I'll prove the meaning of the re-incarnation of love.
Believe it or not. Believe or not. I know they say I'm daft.
She then called me her sheik and bit me on the cheek.
I said that'll do. I don't believe you are really mad somehow.
She locked me in her padded cell and messed me about.
She hugged and kissed and squeezed me. I enjoyed it no doubt.
She then kissed me and said oh boy as I staggered out.
Perhaps you'll believe it now.
**