Haunted by a ghost I never met
He lives in a pile of books at the foot of your bed
Your i-yi-yi-yi-yo
Haunted by the ghost of the books you've read
So many great last words bouncing round in your head
Your i-yi-yi-yi-yo
When all of your jokes become one long held note
And you hope you don't forget the way that it goes
Well you should already know,
It's time to let go
Time to let go of your ghosts and your i-yi-yi-yi-yo
Haunted by the ghosts of forgotten friends
They live on the other side of pushing send
Pushing your i-yi-yi-yi-yo
Haunted by the ghost living in your neck
He chokes you up and fills your throat with regret
Fills it with your i-yi-yi-yi-yo
When all of your jokes become one long held note
And you hope you don't forget the way that it goes
Well you should already know,
It's time to let go
Time to let go of your ghosts and your i-yi-yi-yi-yo
Oh the ghost I've never met
I hope he likes what I've done and said
I'd ask him but he's obviously dead
But he'll re-exist when his pages are reread
By your eyes
Your i-yi-yi-yi-yo