I’m looking in the window
Looking in the window
Careful on the ground
And we’re creeping down the floor boards
Creeping down the floor boards
Stumbling around

But wait a sound
A trembling and shaking

Can you hear the sound of laughter
Rolling like the babbling of a brook
Old and young are getting drunk together
Dancing like the big ghost wrote the book

And I heard rumours of a big ghost
Rumours of a big ghost
With fire on his tongue
And we’re rolling the with the big ghost
Dancing with the big ghost
And drinking with his son

But wait the sound
A quake in San Francisco

Can you hear the sound of laughter
Rolling like the babbling of a brook
Old and young are getting drunk together
Dancing like the Big Ghost wrote the book