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