Cacklin' ghostie creaks on boards
He's gonna cry 'til there ain't no mortal soul
(In)'vadin' his home
Lord, don't he moan
Hauntin' the mind of a real estate lady

Scritchin' on a skylight pane
Ain't nothin' here but a scary wake-up song
Maybe it's wrong
Buying what he haunts
No need to say please to dead man who's a crabby ghoul

Oh, I don't like, ghostly wiles
They've got the way to make me angry
Psychically, they're, gross and vile

Cacklin' ghost, you're a sore posthumon
(And) You make me cringe with your sick loud hummin'
Stop bangin' chimneys, swirlin' 'round, creeps like you suck!

Beat it now!
Beat it now!
Beat it now, you shade, please!

Cacklin' ghostie, take a hike!
World that you left is now ou-ours, you're a blight!
We got the right!
To set you to flight!
Bind up your screams and don't ask no questions, yeah!

You, I don't like, ghostly guy!
You've got the way to make me angry!
Psychically, you're, gross and vile!

Cacklin' ghost, you're a sore posthumon
(And) You make me cringe with your sick loud hummin'
Stop bangin' chimneys, swirlin' 'round, creeps like you SUCK!

Pray it now!
Pray it now!
Pray it now, oh Padre!

Cacklin' ghost, you're exorcised!
Swirlin' your last, you went ou-out, like a light!
Padre prayed right!
He set you to flight!
Now go and meet at long last your Maker!

Ba, ba-ba-ba, ba,
BE GONE!
Ba, ba,
BE GONE!
Ba, ba,
BE GONE!
Ba, ba-ba-ba-ba!