"Oh my God, you're such a good writer"
"Oh, it's not me, it's Edgar"
There's a ghost in my body and he is a lyricist
It is Edgar Allan Poe, and I think he can't resist
Yeah, his brain is in my hand, and it's moving really fast
Don't know how he possessed me, but I'm happy that he did
'Cause this song is feeling special, and is gonna make me rich
Yeah, the words are spilling out, what the heck is this about?
Oh, mio padre, there's a ghost in my body, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Maybe I should call a doctor or an exorcist
Maybe someone out there knows where Shakespeare is so I can get a taste
What's your IPI? Where's the A&R?
Girl, call Universal, you're about to be a star
There's a ghost in my body
There's a ghost in my body
Zero, dot, zero, zero, three
Give me two years, and your dinner will be free
Gas station champagne is on me
Edgar cannot pay rent for me
Zero, dot, zero, zero, three
At least it pays to be funny
There's a ghost in my body
There's a ghost in my body (Edgar Allan, Edgar Allan Poe)
There's a ghost in my body
There's a ghost in my body
Oh, mio padre, there's a ghost in my body, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
WRITERS
Ronald Janecek, Pele Loriano, Teodora Spiric, Selina Maria Edbauer
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © SUISA, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Rudi Schedler Musikverlag GmbH