Lyrics:
Tex Beneke whistling)GLENN MILLER: Hello there, Texas, whatcha say?Are you whistling in the dark just to scare the ghost away?TEX BENEKE: I know there's something following me that I can't seeSomeone sure laid an awful hex on me!GLENN MILLER: A hex? Ah, Tex, that's pretty far-fetchedMan, I'd say you're just a little bit tetched!TEX BENEKE: You'd got a load of what I saw last nightYou'd pass the Yankee Clipper on its maiden flight!Last night I saw upon the stairA little man who wasn't thereHe wasn't there again todayOh, how I wish he'd go awayWhen I came home last night at threeThe man was waiting there for meBut when I looked around the hallI couldn't see him there at allGo away, go awayDon't you come back any moreGo away, go awayAnd please don't slam the door.....(SLAM!)Last night I saw upon the stairA little man who wasn't thereHe wasn't there again todayOh, how I wish he'd go away