Hello there, Texas, whatcha say? Are you whistling in the dark just to scare the ghost away? I know there's something following me that I can't see Someone sure laid an awful hex on me A hex? Ah, Tex, that's pretty far-fetched Man, I'd think you're just a little bit tetched If you'd got a load of what I saw last night You'd pass the Yankee Clipper on its maiden flight Last night I saw upon the stair A little man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today Oh, how I wish he'd go away When I came home last night at three The man was waitin' there for me But when I looked around the hall I couldn't see him there at all Go away, go away Don't you come back anymore Go away, go away And please, don't slam the door Last night I saw upon the stair A little man who wasn't there He wasn't there again today Oh, how I wish he'd go away