There's a ghost in the record store
Like a lighthouse keeper from the days of yore
Filling orders like Jan & Dean
Dead Man's Curve, baby what a scene!
Rock and roll will never die
And neither will this friendly guy
For all of us who need the joy
Of a little bit of plastic making lots of noise
There's a ghost in the record store
There's a ghost in the record store
There's a ghost in the record store
Like a lighthouse keeper from the days of yore
You heard the legend when you were a kid
'Bout a skateboard stoner who flipped his lid
Went around some bend, can't make it back
Now he spends eternity between the racks
Some souls haunt the places they hate
Some keep the places nice and safe
If you feel a chill in front of the Bs
Then it's someone listening to the beat, beat, beat, beat
Jesus! Ghost in the record store
There's a ghost in the record store
There's a ghost in the record store
Like a lighthouse keeper from the days of yore
At night you might hear a quiet song
Sets his mood when the lights aren't on
It's just a friend and he's still right there
Filling orders in his underwear
There's a ghost in the record store
There's a ghost in the record store
There's a ghost in the record store
Like a lighthouse keeper from the days of yore
There's a ghost in the record store
There's a ghost in the record store
There's a ghost in the record store
Like a lighthouse keeper from the days of yore
There's a ghost in the record store
There's a ghost in the record store
There's a ghost in the record store
Like a lighthouse keeper from the days of yore