I woke up one Sunday morning
To a bang and a cold, cold head
Hands they felt like hammers
And my legs stuck to the bed
Tried to stand and use my words
But nothing could be said
Was right then that I realized
That I was stone cold dead
I'm the ghost of an orphan
I'm the ghost of a man
I'm the ghost of a streetcar
And the ghost of a van
I'm the ghost of a boardroom
Full of cheats and drunks
I'm the ghost of an artist
And an elephant's trunk
Well I stayed right there inside my bed
Feeling sorry for myself
I never knew that dying
Could be so bad for my health
But then all of a sudden
Well it occurred to me
That there may be an upside
To being what I be
I'm the ghost of an orphan
I'm the ghost of a man
I'm the ghost of a raincoat
And a newspaper stand
I'm the ghost of a trashcan
Full of food and dust
I'm the ghost of nickel
Cause in God I trust
To be a ghost, it ain't that bad
On that you can rely
But I sure miss the alcohol
Cigarettes and apple pie
At least I get to see all
Those who did not say goodbye
If there's one thing that we all share
It's we're all gonna die
I'm the ghost of an orphan
I'm the ghost of a man
I'm the ghost of a ladder
I'm the ghost of the land
I'm the ghost of a deep hole
I'm the ghost of the sea
I'm the ghost of my father
And I'm the ghost of me
I'm the ghost of an orphan
I'm the ghost of a man
I'm the ghost of a ladder
I'm the ghost of the land
I'm the ghost of a deep hole
I'm the ghost of the sea
I'm the ghost of my daddy
And I'm the ghost of me