I think I heard somethin' on the front porch 
Must be the ghost of Fusion Bob
I think I'll go offer him some coffee
You know how he likes to hobnob

Well the season's gettin' cold and it sure is blowin' hard
so I offer him to come on inside
He whips out his fretless Stratocaster
And belts out an old favorite lied

Once upon a time he was a metal head 
and listen'd to nothin' much lighter than Gwar! 
But now he rejects metal and punk with repugnance 
or any thing much heavier than Al Di Meola 

Anyway he's sure got some hipster ghost skills 
he can change his face just like Audra Wolfmann
Now Bob puts his silky smooth guitar down 
and launches in to a tirade about Jan (Hammer, that is)