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 | ||
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