Paul Rooney - Sunday Best Lyrics
Please keep your seats, pray thee, and don't be afraidI'm only a ghost, just a poor harmless shadeMy name is James Christopher Benjamin BinnsI was cut right down in the midst of my sins.When I lived on this earth, my wife often saidIf I should die first, then she'd never get wed.Tonight I called on her, through keyhole I creptIf ghosts could have tears, oh I'm sure I'd have wept.A man held my wife in his tender embrace,She called him her husband, he'd taken my place.To make matters worse, and to crown all my woesThe fellow was wearing my best Sunday clothes.I'll try to forget my old false-hearted wifeAnd give you a flavour of my present life:I get good engagements, with cash in advanceAttending a medium's midnight séance.I rap on the tables and kick up such scenes,I ring clanging bells and I bang tambourines.