When we climbed to the peak we planted a flag   But the second we had, I felt bad   And then night came, so we got in our sleeping bags   When someone told a story about something dead and gory      There was heat   From the fire   But i still froze   When i saw the ghost   x2      I told the gang we weren't welcome   The ghost made that clear   So we stepped back   But it was drawing near   And it lunged for our throats   So we packed our things, made tracks   Undid our footprints   Even furled our flag      And we were gone   But what was on the mountain top?   x2      Sweet nothing! I made it up!   So we'd make it down with no territorial claim   x2