Grim Ghosts   Whirling, I caught The merest glimpse Of a shadow's sneaking shadow Hiding Over there behind the door Next to the wardrobe Sniggering "He thinks I've gone" Hisses Real Shadow Giggling "Fell for the good old Airport trick - but no! I'm gonna haunt that bugger's bathroom Mess up his shirts And generally Make My Presence Known" Says she So watch your back You Crumbly Scrow You grumbling grouch She'll catch you out In the mirror, shaving She'll slip by And salads will never be quite the same She'll dope them with fennel And funny things And her seat on the terrace Will always be there Right next to the Farmer's And Milkmaid's And Beethoven's And the chilling beers Dry your tears, sucker She ain't gone - that's the joke! Just when you wanted A bit of peace Bloody Muddy's crashing All over the place Breaking toilet seats Royally fucking up Brains better Than Desperado & Co She won't go...