In the old haunted house on the hill
Lived a ghost named Gus what a thrill
He floated around with a spectral grace
But Gus had a secret a smelly space
He tried to be spooky tried to be scary
But his gas always made him quite hairy
Gus the ghost
The gaseous ghost
He farts all day
In a ghostly way
Gus the ghost
The gaseous ghost
He'd moan and he'd groan and he'd rattle his chains
Then a puff of stink would just blow out his brains
The trick-or-treaters they ran in fright
From the haunted aroma that filled the night
Gus the ghost
The gaseous ghost
He farts all day
In a ghostly way
Gus the ghost
The gaseous ghost
He wished he could stop he wished he could hide
This terrible talent he kept deep inside
But a ghost's gotta do what a ghost's gotta do
Even if it means a smelly boo