We're from the government,
and we don't like you ghosts.
We are here to wipe you out,
so kiss your butts goodbye.
Hurry, Pete, and get those ghosts,
put them in Mason jars.
Coop them up, all those icky ghosts
Shoot them off to Mars.
You better run, you stinkin' ghosts,
filthy ghosts, yucky ghosts.
Ah, blah, blah, blah. You know how it goes, Pete. Ah, get off my cloud. Ah ha! I hate that song!
- The song is performed to the tune of Edvard Grieg's "In the Hall of the Mountain King".
- Charlie Brissette
- Edvard Grieg
BMI Work # 4622614