(verse 1) In a spooky old house at the edge of town Sits a little ghost with his invisible frown his sheet is missing, his chains are away because don’tcha know it’s laundry day (verse 2) On a normal night, he’d be scaring grand-kids or doin’ some spooky-ass stuff that society forbids but not this one, nope his dreams are squashed ‘cause his sheet got dirtyand it had to be washed (Chorus) If you want to get rid of your stupid ghosts just do what I do, and do it the most get a bucket of poop and lie in wait and when you see that sheet, just obliterate (verse 3) ‘cause the thing that ghosts hate the most is a poopy sheet stinkin’ up the holy host People jeer and laugh, instead of scream Makin’ ghosts ghosts grouchy and run out of steam (bridge) if I were a ghost, I know just what I’d do I’d carry ‘round bleach just in case of the poo but ghosts are dumb, believe what I say they’ll never figure out laundry day (Chorus) If you want to get rid of your stupid ghosts just do what I do, and do it the most get a bucket of poop and lie in wait and when you see that sheet, just obliterate (Chorus) If you want to get rid of your stupid ghosts just do what I do, and do it the most get a bucket of poop and lie in wait and when you see that sheet, just obliterate Yeah, just obliterate [musical outro]
