Lyrics

Name is Ray, and my stance is predominantly pro ghost The ones in story told at a marshmallow roast Been a ghostie all my life, grew up in a haunted house Inhabited by immigrants their chosen ancestors route Half Swiss, half Russian, now I'm all about busting Used to own a book store that required a lot of dusting Got Zundingers and Tobin, Roylance and even Spates Books on the occult was the kind I keep in crates Now I bust ghosts, paranormal investigation Chance to grow all in all with no hesitation The mass turbulence, rock falls, even sponge migration Plus eruption, book staking, I'm not lacking information Been possessed, been blown, yes my pole still works I love my job might be odd, but it's got a lot of perks We bust heads of the dead, intervene if they're mean My collection is contained, light is green, trap is clean Chorus: Ray Stantz is the man with the wand in his hand No spells, just hell, screamin' demon be damned On the front line with Slimer I got no time for frontin' Strictly business is my mission listen, do you smell something? I believe in mediums, table tippin', cars whippin Think ghosts and ghouls are phony homie, you'd be tripping If unexplained phenomenon is suddenly not enough Better batten down the hatches for some wrath of God type stuff Always got a cigarette hanging off the lip Always workin' on the Ecto it's a defective piece of shit Always got my goggles it help me see ghosts better Before trappin' happened, my plan was just get her! Lost my parents in a plane crash, a triangle over the Bermuda They left me a haunted house, which I sold, so therapeutic Needed to grow up, even though, I'm kinda like a kid It's infectious, it protects us, just like a protection grid Getting high on mold and slime I'm amorous towards antagonists Do damage with the with the band and now that the mayor is backing us Always glad to help and hug, but if you're spud, back off I burn every ghost 'till they're burnt and black like sack cloth Chorus: Ray Stantz is the man with the wand in his hand No spells, just hell, screamin' demon be damned On the front line with Slimer I got no time for frontin' Strictly business is my mission, listen, do you smell something? Do you smell something? Do you smell something? Chorus: Ray Stantz is the man with the wand in his hand (Do you) No spells, just hell, screamin' demon be damned On the front line with Slimer, I got no time for frontin' (smell something?) Strictly business is my mission, listen, do you smell something? Ray Stantz is the man with the wand in his hand (Do you) No spells, just hell, screamin' demon be damned On the front line with Slimer, I got no time for frontin' (smell some...) Strictly business is my mission, listen, do you smell something?