The Ghost of Liberace - Sparks

It was a dark and stormy night that I stepped out

Something strange was in the air, I couldn’t figure it out

Who’s there, tell me what you want from me

Oh no, I can’t believe what I now see

They say the paranormal’s just a sucker’s game

I keep an open mind, but deep down I feel the same

Oh no, now I think I’ve changed my mind

Oh no, now I know I’ve changed my mind

The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round

Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns

The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique

If he were alive he’d now be at his peak

The ghost of Liberace

The ghost of Liberace

Across the street, in fact across the whole damn town

They’re making fun of him, they try to put him down

Oh yeah, but I wished they’d let him be

Oh yeah, he’s not hurting you or me

Sometimes he blinds the drivers with his shiny suits

They see that smile and they laugh at him, hey don’t shoot

Oh no, now he’s hung in effigy

On no, why can’t they just let him be

The ghost of Liberace

The ghost of Liberace

The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round

Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns

The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique

If he were alive he’d now be at his peak

The ghost of Liberace

The ghost of Liberace

The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round

Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns

The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique

If he were alive he’d now be at his peak

The ghost of Liberace

The ghost of Liberace

He hums Evita and Moon River and Michelle

Maybe that’s why the people scream out «go to hell»

Oh no, now they’re throwing cans of beer

Oh no, I thought ghosts could disappear

But he remains in all his glory, it’s so strange

These aren’t the kind of people he can change

But wait, now they’re starting to applaud

I guess there really is a God above

The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round

Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns

The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique

If he were alive he’d now be at his peak

The ghost of Liberace keeps on hanging 'round

Hovers over farmland, lingers over towns

The ghost of Liberace still has that mystique

If he were alive he’d now be at his peak

The ghost of Liberace