| He was smiling through his own personal hell | C | |
| dropped his last dime in a wishing well | F | |
| But he was hoping too close and then he fell | C | |
| Now he's Casper the friendly ghost | G |
| He was always polite to the people who'd tell him | C | |
| That he was nothing but a lazy bum | F | |
| But goodbye to them he had to go | C | |
| Now he's Casper the friendly ghost | G |
| instrumental | C F C G |
| No one never treated him nice while he was alive | C | |
| You can't buy no respect like the librarian said | F | |
| But everybody respects the dead | C | |
| They love the friendly ghost | G |
| instrumental | C F C G |
| And now they say | ||
| we'll never forget what he learned us | C | |
| We were mean to him but he never burnt us | F | |
| And love lives forever | C | |
| thank you, Casper the friendly ghost | G C | |
| thank you, Casper the friendly ghost | G |
| C F C G | ||
| C F C G | ||
| C F C G | ||
| C F C G | ||
| C |