Haunting 101

There's a ghost lives right up above A non paying renter, on floor number two And I know that if push came to shove He'd scare off the paying tenants too He doesn't scare me with his noisy thumps His moaning, and his high pitched blather His carrying on just reminds, he's a chump A real stinky loser son-of-a-cadaver Two can play that game; he thinks he excels And that nobody else can tell he's around He needs to go back to the bowels of hell He's failed his degree; now he's only a clown I've arranged for a ghost friend to come to town She's sexy and spirited; just the thing And I know, she's gonna shake him down Till his goblins and gremlins begin to sing He'll be singing for his supper before I get through He'll be running for cover, and I don't mean his sheet He'll completely forget even how to say, 'boo'- And then I'll throw his parlor tricks out in the street. He can go somewhere else to ply his trade I don't keep rooms here for out-of-luck taunters He needs to go back to remedial school If he wants to become a respectable haunter.