She came dancing right before my eyes
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She said she'd came to warn me
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Before it dawned on me
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I went walking on the blank hillside
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Where the sunset falls
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Where the sunset dies
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She gave me love, she told me lies
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That most mischievous ghost
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She was in disguise, she was in disguise, she was in disguise.
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He started to whistle, they bought him a flute
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He was talking in tongues, they swore he was mute
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He scoffed and blasphemed, they said it was beautiful
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Busted a button, they bought him a suitcase full
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They coloured him cricket and laced him up tight
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As he drew on their days resurrected his nights
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He raved in the dark, he went out in a blaze
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"There you go," they said, "he's good for nothing and lazy"
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With scandal and shame they slandered his name
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They told him to freeze, they damned him to roast
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Disappointed that he passed away peacefully
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Never [trying/dying] to be a mischievous ghost
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They dug him up quick with a polish and lick
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They powdered him up till he only looked sick
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The hinge in his backbone would bend to applause
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But his dancing was not quite as lively of course
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These are the rewards immortality affords
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Bullied and bribed and beaten to bliss
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[Harrington slacks/Harrods in slacks] and tormental laments
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Of going away and not being missed
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With scandal and shame they slandered his name
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They told him to freeze, they damned him to roast
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Disappointed that he passed away peacefully
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Never dying to be a mischievous ghost
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With the green beer and the shamrock tattoos
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Singing his songs of the battles we lose
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And [when/will] you come home again so we can murder you
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What would you do if they took his word
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With forty-eight million to join in the toast
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Move over my darling
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Mischievous ghost
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Mischievous ghost
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Mischievous Ghost
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Elvis Costello |