Ghost of the Unfairground

The rides have all stopped
The ponie's gone home
But there's a lonely figure who waits all alone
He died of an aneurysm several years back
Now he lives by the bins 'round the side of the burger shack
He was just 16 when his bones hit the ground
So roll up, roll up
For the ghost of the unfairground

People used to call him Paul
But now no-one calls hims at all
And the one thing he's got is a girl
Who works on the coconuts
But he's too shy and he knows she wouldn't see him even if he said "Hi!"
Even if he said "Hi!"
So roll up, roll up
For the ghost of the unfairground

Drifting through his transparent world
He floats alone from frown to frown
With no ghouls or demons to hang around
Trapped with no body in a tunnel with no light
With no soul to haunt all through the night
Time drags so slow when you're on your own
So roll up, roll up
For the ghost of the unfairground