[Verse 1]
Well, the junkie of Mott Street slips inside
Wrangling a serpent that refuses to die
That's a lot of venom, he winks with pride
This ain't hell; it's a picnic
Well, come on down to the freak arcade
Where some are grown, and most are made
We crush up all the weird ones into lemonade
Grab the ice handle and pick it
[Chorus]
Get onboard the ghost train
Get onboard the ghost train
[Verse 2]
Now fashion magazines told Sherlock Holmes
Hey, leavе a little meat on those chickеn bones
And can you really daydream without Davy Jones?
Who is this Auntie Griselda?
Well, John the Dillinger said with a smile
I had a dream last night about a Gomer Pyle
Dressed in tinsel, riding a crocodile
Does this make me crazy?
[Chorus]
Get onboard the ghost train
Get onboard the ghost train
Well, the junkie of Mott Street slips inside
Wrangling a serpent that refuses to die
That's a lot of venom, he winks with pride
This ain't hell; it's a picnic
Well, come on down to the freak arcade
Where some are grown, and most are made
We crush up all the weird ones into lemonade
Grab the ice handle and pick it
[Chorus]
Get onboard the ghost train
Get onboard the ghost train
[Verse 2]
Now fashion magazines told Sherlock Holmes
Hey, leavе a little meat on those chickеn bones
And can you really daydream without Davy Jones?
Who is this Auntie Griselda?
Well, John the Dillinger said with a smile
I had a dream last night about a Gomer Pyle
Dressed in tinsel, riding a crocodile
Does this make me crazy?
[Chorus]
Get onboard the ghost train
Get onboard the ghost train
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