Plan a big party, put up the signs, tell everybody "get your costume".
We're going to drink a couple drinks, gonna smoke some sweet fumes,
We're going to play you, a couple sweet tunes.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

And I know almost everyone there, no one's in costume, but I don't care.
Then I see The Ghost, he's in costume, the sad ghost.

And he's sad, he just doesn't understand.
He's in costume and alone,
He's slow, he doesn't know.
That things don't always turn out as planned.

And the place fills up with smiling faces, there's not a costume in sight.
And the ghost grows sadder, sadder not comprehending.
I was afriad, because cry, I thought he might.

And he's sad, he just doesn't understand.
He's in costume and alone,
He's slow, he doesn't know.
That things don't always turn out as planned.

And all of the sudden, I couldn't see the ghost, he was gone.

(Guitar Solo)

So I ran down the street, and I yelled "Stop!"
"Don't you know you just won first prize for your costume?"
I offered him the most pathetic prize I think I'd ever seen, he offered me a weak smile in return.
And he turned away, and he walked away.
And I swear, that day on Elgin Street, my heart, it cried...

And he's sad, he just doesn't understand.
He's in costume and alone,
He's slow, he doesn't know.
That things don't always turn out as planned.
Things don't always turn out as wel plan them...

I'm so sorry I disappointed you.