It seems again the spirits dance
I can’t escape their ghostly trance
Should I join their bacchanale
And see what has them in a thrall?
They dance on the roof where most of us
Don’t stray for fear there’d be a fuss
I wonder why the spirits frolic
When the baby downstairs might have colic
I guess I’d only know the answer
If I went to the roof and joined as a dancer
Oh spirits, rocking your bods to the silent beat
Could you move the party over some other suite?