Oh my God, you're such a good writer
Oh, it's not me, it's Edgar
Who the hell is Edgar?
There's a ghost in my body
And he is a lyricist
It is Edgar Allan Poe
And I think he can't resist
Yeah, his brain is in my hand
And it's movin' really fast
(mhm)
Don't know how he possessed me,
But I'm happy that he did
'Cause this song is feeling special,
And is gonna make me rich
Yeah, the words are spillin' out,
What the heck is this about?
(mhm)
Oh, mio padre, there's a ghost in my body
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Edgar Allan, Edgar Allan
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Edgar Allan Poe
Maybe I should call a doctor or an exorcist
Maybe someone out there knows
Where Shakespeare is
So I can get a taste
What's your IPI? Where's the A&R?
Girl, call Universal,
You're about to be a star
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Edgar Allan, Edgar Allan
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe, Poe
Edgar Allan
Who the hell is Edgar?
Oh, mio padre
There's a ghost in my body
Oh, mio padre
There's a ghost in my body
Zero, dot, zero, zero, three
Give me two years,
And your dinner will be free
Gas station, champagne is on me
Edgar cannot pay rent for me
Zero, dot, zero, zero
Zero, dot, zero, zero
Zero, dot, zero, zero, three
At least it pays to be funny
UGH
Oh, mio padre
There's a ghost in my body
(Edgar Allan, Edgar Allan)
Oh, mio padre
There's a ghost in my body
(Edgar Allan, Edgar Allan)
Oh, mio padre
There's a ghost in my body
Oh, mio padre
There's a ghost in my body
Oh, mio padre, there's a ghost in my body
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Who the hell is Edgar?