my ghost

There is a ghost that lives in my house,
A ghost so quiet as quiet as a mouse
You know where he’s been and you know when he’s gone
Because as he leaves he lets off a bomb

It must be a ghost that lives in my house
A ghost as quiet as quiet as a mouse
You see when there’s a mess and clothes on the floor
And so much junk you can’t close the door
It must be a ghost that lives in my house
A ghost so quiet as quiet as a mouse
I look at the mess in horror and surprise
They swear to me it’s never lies
So I ask again with a smile and added glee
But, the answer is still
IT WASN’T ME