Maureen and Stan were looking for a job

They got songs for every occasion

And a little limelight robbery

No one will employ them

There`s nothing to decide

So he autographs his overdraft

While she goes out of her mind

Stuck on the wall with a thousand faces

Unwanted posters of the haunted places



Roll up for the ghost train

Non-stop through the city

Step right up and show your face

We only want the pretty ones

Roll up for the ghost train

Non-stop through the city

Step right up and show your face

We only want the pretty ones



Maureen and Stan at the skating rink

Looking for the drummer who threw up in the sink

Laughing and singing, dressed up like dice

Maybe they could freeze to death out there on the ice

Look at the graceful way she dances

On foot speaks, the other answers



Roll up for the ghost train

Non-stop through the city

Step right up and show your face

We only want the pretty ones

Roll up for the ghost train

Non-stop through the city

Step right up and show your face

We only want the pretty ones



She plays the queen of the fleapit

He plays a Spanish guitar

He got a black eye from a waitress

She`s not seeing any stars

You can be refused, you can be replaced

You can change your name but you can`t change your face

While they make believe it`s just another holiday

They turn on each other when they hear that joker say



Roll up for the ghost train

Non-stop through the city

Step right up and show your face

We only want the pretty ones

Roll up for the ghost train

We only want the pretty ones

Writer : E COSTELLO
Copyright : Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group