Sebastian T Burn

A PAGE DEADICATED TO THE STRANGE, THE WEIRD AND UNCANNY WORLD OF RAYMONDO LA FARGE (PSYCHIC TO THE STARS)

 

ZOMBIES/ THE UNDEAD/ GHOSTS/ EVIL SPIRITS/ P.E. TEACHERS/ VAMPIRES/ WEREWOLVES/ INSURANCE SALESMEN AND OTHER FREAKS

 

Ghost in my soup

Sharon Tailor died  just 10 years past

In a tragic incident at her sewing class

There was not a thread of evidence to be seen

But the police stitched me up and pinned her death on me

 

When I was released after all those years

At a restaurant with friends we were having a meal and some beers

But Sharon came back to haunt me in one fell swoop

And I cried out – Help there’s ghost in my soup

 

There’s a ghost in my soup

There’s a ghost in my soup

She’s come back to needle me it seams

Bobbin about amongst the peas

I’m caught like material in an embroidery hoop

By the vengeful spirit of the ghost in my soup

 

The waiter came running in alarm

Everybody tried to make me calm

The chef told me it was just a spaghetti loop

But I knew there was a ghost in my soup

 

They sent for a Dr who gave me pills to sleep

He said it was just the shock of being free

But 2 days later I opened a tin of Heinz and took a scoop

And there she was – the ghost in my soup

 

There’s a ghost in my soup

There’s a ghost in my soup

She’s come back to needle me it seams

Bobbin about amongst the peas

I’m caught like material in an embroidery hoop

By the vengeful spirit of the ghost in my soup

 

Sharon’s back for revenge

That darn woman in my food concealed

Destroying the very fabric of my life

Weaving her way through my meals

 

No matter what type or brand I choose

In a bowl, a dish or even in a cup

I’m hemmed in like some pure dupe

Where ever I go, there’s a ghost in my soup

 

There’s a ghost in my soup

There’s a ghost in my soup

She’s come back to needle me it seams

Bobbin about amongst the peas

I’m caught like material in an embroidery hoop

By the vengeful spirit of the ghost in my soup

EVIL SPIRITS DISRUPTED STB'S REHEARSAL!