The Ghost that Crapped his Trousers

Verse 1

Old Man Corbin's tavern keeps the fire burning low

The ale is warm the bread is stale the wind gives us a show

But something clanks behind the bar when midnight starts to creep

A rattling chain a hollow moan that ruins everyone's sleep

Pre-Chorus

Last week I saw a floating shape

A ghastly pale and sorry drape

Chorus

There's a ghost that shit his trousers

Now he haunts the cellar stair

Every night at half past ten

You can hear him everywhere

He was buried in his britches

With a load he couldn't hold

Now he drifts around the tavern

In a stench a thousand years old

Verse 2

One time I asked him "Spooky friend why do you haunt this place?"

He pointed to a corner with a sad and see-through face

"Down there I had a bean stew right before I met my doom

And now I'm cursed to wander through this drafty dusty room"

Pre-Chorus

He cannot cross the other side

Until he's truly purified

Chorus

There's a ghost that shit his trousers

Now he haunts the cellar stair

Every night at half past ten

You can hear him everywhere

He was buried in his britches

With a load he couldn't hold

Now he drifts around the tavern

In a stench a thousand years old

Bridge

He rattles all the mugs and makes the candles flicker low

And if you ask him nicely he will tell you how it go

A bad batch of potatoes and a curse upon his soul

The moral of the story don't eat beans before you're cold

Chorus

There's a ghost that shit his trousers

Now he haunts the cellar stair

Every night at half past ten

You can hear him everywhere

He was buried in his britches

With a load he couldn't hold

Now he drifts around the tavern

In a stench a thousand years old