I saw the ghost of Jesus
On Madison avenue
I asked him for a dollar
He kindly obliged
"Give to Caesar what is Caesar's
And commend the rest to God on high"
I saw the ghost of Buddha
Behind my bathroom sink
And asked him to remove a sliver
He said it would hurt
Then friendly phantom punched my liver
I asked the ghost of King Henry VIII
If he needed medical attention
And he told me he was addicted
Addicted to belief's suspension
I asked the ghost of Elvis
If he would shine my shoes
He said he'd wash my feet instead
And bent to sing the blues.
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