I walk like my childhood hero
In nightly streets, like anyone else
And secluded, under a jacket and my hat
I'm not a superman, only weakness
Ay ay ay, I go like The Ghost Who Walks
And sing even though my heart is in pieces
Ay ay ay, I am The Ghost Who Walks
I just dance, even though my heart is in pieces
I wander to a corona bar at last
and order milk, a Black Russian and cut brandy.
I have an infinite mark of evil on my face.
The old sayings of the jungle don't help now.
Ay ay ay, I go like The Ghost Who Walks
And sing even though my heart is in pieces
Ay ay ay, I am The Ghost Who Walks
I just dance, even though my heart is in pieces
Ay ay ay, I go like The Ghost Who Walks
And sing even though my heart is in pieces
Ay ay ay, I am The Ghost Who Walks
I just dance, even though Love is in pieces
Ay ay ay... Ay ay ay...