she makes me so unsure of myself   standing there but never really talking sense   just a visitor you see   so much wanting to be seen   she'd open up the door and vaguely carry me away      the customary thing to say or do   to a disappointed proud man in his grief   and on Fridays she'd be there   and on Mondays not at all   just casually appearing from the clock across the hall      you're a ghost, la la la   yes, you're a ghost, la la la   I'm in the church and I've come   to claim you with my iron drum   la la la la la la      the continent's just fallen in disgrace   William William William Rogers put it in its place   blood and tears from old Japan   caravans and lots of jam   and maids of honor singing, crying, singing tediously      you're a ghost, la la la   you're a ghost   I'm the bishop and I've come   to claim you with my iron drum   la la la la la la      efficiency efficiency they say   get to know the date and tell the time of day   as the crowd begins complaining   how the Beaujolais is raining   down on darkened evenings on the Champs-Élysées      you're a ghost, la la la   yes, you're a ghost   I'm in the church and I've come   to claim you with my iron drum   la la la la la la      you're a ghost, la la la   you're a ghost   I'm the bishop and I've come   to claim you with my iron drum   la la la la la la