Grandaddy Ghost Of 1672 Lyrics

Ghost Of 1672 Lyrics

There's a ghost

And you're its host

But you're never gonna know

Those oven radar ranges and electric things

That can change egg yolks and bread into French toast

All the things that he hopes that you're gonna use most



All the brighted littly lighted technological advances

That he never got the chance to use when he was one of you

Back in seventy two

Sixteen seventy two

Makes him go boo-hoo

Makes him go boo