End of the day, the sky an ashen gray
Porky Pig needed a warm place to stay
He had a cat, Sylvester was his name
Up-tight fe-line that cannot be tamed

In a ghost town, he just wants to survive
In a haunted, creaky old dive
Haunted, creaky old dive

He could not sleep, he stayed awake all night
Disguising themselves, the mice gave 'im quite a fright
Sylvester got the blame
For the ghostly mouse hi-jinks
Porky thought his cat should really see a shrink

In a ghost town, he just wants to survive
In a haunted, creaky old dive
Haunted, creaky old dive

(Guitar solo)


The morning came, Sylvester was a nervous wreck
So Porky said, "Should we stay? Oh, what the heck."
So Sly got a bat, cracked him on his pate
Then tossed him in the backseat and made his escape

In a ghost town, he managed to survive
In a haunted, creaky old dive
In a ghost town, there was no good place to hide
In a haunted, creaky old dive
Creaky old dive