I am what I sing
Genius steal, they borrow
Still it spreads no meaning

Riffing yet lacking that flow

I'??ll never get old

Sniffing minus ions
My old tactic is called:
The comfort of illusions


They shouldn'??t try
Nor even dare

'??Cause my best friend
Is my own ghost


The guys there with me
Don'??t even know the Fudge
For the result will be

A wasted day with the drudges

$#&@ incognito

Outside and very wise
Dead lodger walking low
I'??m a jazzman in disguise


They shouldn'??t push
Nor even hope

'??Cause my best friend
Is my own ghost


They shouldn'??t tell
Nor even ask
Why my best friend

Is my own ghost

Now my best friend

Is my own ghost