GHOST BAND

Ghost band, rockin' the ghost jam
In the ghost van haunting the coast
Ghost band rockin' the ghost jam
Touring in the ghost van haunting the coast

It was a G30 motorhome, '76,
We were racking up the odometer clicks
Six in the band, plus a roadie and a dog
Headed to another show in an ominous fog
I was in the back like a dummy cold chillin'
with the deck sprawled out playing rummy five million
Six wheels spinnin' then one of 'em popped
but the shoulder was blocked, so we could not stop
Road work ahead, as we approached a cattle chute
along side a tractor trailer loaded with chicken coupes
Two forces collided and a victor emerged
It wasn't us, but the truck full of birds
It's bad when one thing becomes two
Especially when it is you
I marveled the world beyond the bug splattered glass
And then face first through it I did smash

I came to, feeling confused
To my astonishment I received not a bruise
And despite what I thought, the RV was still in one piece
So I called D's on the front seat
Posse present and ready to go
Thankfully we would not miss the show
We had a good scare but seemed to be alright
and on we continued in the cold, dark night
Made it to the club, fans lined around the corner
We barreled backstage where we found the promoter
He seemed to ignore us, it felt kinda rude
I figured the dude was just in a bad mood
When leaving the greenroom to set up our gear
I gasped at the ghastly sight in the mirror
There I beheld my rhythm section
were holding their instruments but had no reflection!

It was so, we had become apparitions
Incorporeal rap musicians
Seeing no need for further delay
I said check 1,2 and we began play
The audience stood in fear and shock
For they saw no form, but could hear us rock
a spectreful score they came to adore
soon on the dance floor they were screaming for more
It was a hip-hop seance, a jam phantasm
I splashed the whole crowd with ectoplasm
We rocked ghost jams from twelve til four
with people still pouring through the door
Flying around room, and floating through walls
We exited the stage to a roaring applause
Meanwhile the promoter snuck out with our loot
So we haunted his house 'til he jumped off the roof

I'm a supernatural rapper, I rock heavy chains
They aren't to flaunt, they're to haunt the stage
And nobody had to inform the coroner
That my man right here is an organ donor!