Ghost Hop

About a quarter to eleven

we hit the floor again

it wasn’t very long

we were long long gone

we were talking and rocking and creeping and seeping

we were messing and testing in the pale starlight

of a blank old twilight

the sinking old sky

we felt under our feet now

Cause the house was poppin’

when the doors flew open

and the wind was howling

at the Ghost Hop Hop

Now at eleven eleven

when the clock was talking

and the cork was poppin’

with the Ragtime juices

All the bottles were open

at the Ghost Hop rocking at eleven eleven

The curtains are flowing at eleven eleven

The clock stops ticking at eleven eleven

The band stops counting at eleven eleven

yeah the Ghost Hops hoppin' at eleven eleven