Silhouettes of ladies in silly hats
The babies match the cigarettes
White pillow sets
Opposite four floor of hospital corners
Each framing a king-sized bed
A queen tucks herself
All in by her lonesome
A town crier cries the king is dead
A latter day widow
Just buries her head in her pillow
And says, "why hello little ghost (oh, oh, oh)
You scared the hell and the hiccups right out of me"
Criminy, your majesty,
We found a specter buried deep between your sheets