Ghost

Well I’ve got a secret to tell you
I’m dead as a speedballer who couldn’t quite catch the ball
And ya gotta know that life as ghost is certainly better than being toast
Or otherwise being scorched in a fiery roast
But not to digress
I really must attest
To the greatness of being at complete and utter rest
And in addition to this, it is a fact
That in being a ghost one never suffers from lack of tact