Ghost writers in the disguise.

An old hack was writing one dark and stormy night
When an eerie laugh caused him to take fright.
All at once a mighty heard of red-dyed vowels he saw.
Running across the barren page and through his paper draw.

Their font was still in style and their movements made them wheel.
Their ink was black and shiny and their embossment he could feel
A bolt of fear went through him as they thundered through his eyes,
For he saw the writer's running hard, fully in disguise.

Aeeeuiiiiooooo
Oooiiiaaaeee
Ghost writers in disguise

Their faces gaunt, their eyes were blurred, their shirts all soaked with sweat
He's writing hard to catch that word, but he ain't caught 'em yet
'Cause they've got to write forever on that page up in the sky
All the pens dripping fire
As they run on in disguise:

Aeeeuiiiiooooo
Oooiiiaaaeee
Ghost writers in disguise

While the writers ran on by him he saw one call his name
"If you want to save your soul from journalism writing on our page
Then writer change your plays or with us you will scribe
Trying to catch the Packers word's, across these endless fliers.

Aeeeuiiiiooooo
Oooiiiaaaeee

Ghost writers in disguise

Ghost writers in disguise

Ghost writers in disguise