At Guggenheim House

Will my ghost come visit Guggenheim House?
Scaring Dorothea in her room
Or come back as a kitchen mouse?
Or a big spider in the garden?

Really going through it at Guggenheim House
Scared of falling down the front staircase
In slippers that don't really fit
In socks where my big toe pokes out
Whichever way (Whichever way)
Whichever way (Whichever way)

I hope to come again
When your song and dance comes to an end
The applause is deafening
Sailing on a silver sea
Bobbing like a fishing boat
When your song and dance comes to an end
The applause is deafening
Sailing on a silver sea
Bobbing like a fishing boat

I long to be the fish singing in the street
I long to be the fish dancing in the street
I long to be the fish flapping in the street
I long to be the fish singing in the street
I long to be the fish dancing in the street
I long to be the fish flapping in the street outside Guggenheim House