I'm looking in the window Looking in the window Careful on the ground And we're creeping down the floor boards Creeping down the floor boards Stumbling around But wait a sound A trembling and shaking Can you hear the sound of laughter Rolling like the babbling of a brook Old and young are getting drunk together Dancing like the big ghost wrote the book And I heard rumours of a big ghost Rumours of a big ghost With fire on his tongue And we're rolling the with the big ghost Dancing with the big ghost And drinking with his son But wait the sound A quake in San Francisco Can you hear the sound of laughter Rolling like the babbling of a brook Old and young are getting drunk together Dancing like the Big Ghost wrote the book