I gave shelter to a registered ghost Had all the answers, so he claimed But his hands were not warm, they were cold And he needed my notes Yeah, I gave shelter to a registered ghost He had filthy lapels, he wore fashionable clothes I was so happy to meet someone I could never know When the spirit you see has you down on your knees Just remember to take pictures 'Cause it's only a dream The pain that you feel may be earthly and real It's a foot in your ribs and a voice in your ear Saying "roll back over" I had breakfast with a registered ghost A knock-kneed ex-star with a beard that glows He picked through his meal, I could see where it goes He said, "See the crest of that hill? You may be cheating time, it's getting closer still" He was mean, he didn't wear shoes, he was a ghost He said, "I make my own scene"