He's a trickster from the Neitherworld.
He's a ghost who goes off like a loaded gun.
He's gross, he eats bugs, he's unpredictable.
He's a ghost who despite this is the most, most, most fun.

I know you and Charles cannot see him.
Otho can, but tell him to stay away.
For my friend is dead, but I love him anyway.
And though this may seem odd to you.

Delia, I am friends with a poultergeist.
This friendship isn't just strange, it's unusual.
Delia, don't you dare...he's my ghostly guy.
So I trust him with my life, even if I die.

He isn't a demon or the devil, he is a ghost.
He messess with humans just for fun, fun, fun, fun.
That ghoul's a sleeze and so unpredictable.
He has bad hygene but has no cares, none, none, none.
Oh no, no no...don't go up there, no, no.
This ghost is mine, even if he has a rotten heart.


Because I am friends with a poultergeist.
This friendship isn't just strange, it's unusual.
Delia, don't you dare...he's my ghostly guy.
So I trust him with my life, even if I die.


All I have to do is say his name.
He may be gross but he's got lots of charms.
It's alright, now...the ghost is with me.
And I hear Delia and Charles.
Those two and Otho, trying to tear us apart.
But I have no fear.
He's mine.


It's true that I am friends with a poultergeist.
This friendship isn't just strange, it's unusual.
Delia, don't you dare...he's my ghostly guy.
So I trust him with my life, even if I die.


Because I am friends with a poultergeist.
This friendship isn't just strange, it's unusual.
Delia, don't you dare...he's my ghostly guy.
So I trust him with my life, even if I die.