Affärsidé

An old cowboy went riding out one dark and windy day
Upon a ridge he rested as he went along his way
When all at once a mighty sign of red light words he saw
A-plowing through the ragged sky and up the cloudy draw

 

The words called him to action and they told him to move fast
His skills were needed badly and his chance had come at last
’cause in a world of images one thing was no more heard
The thunder and the wonder of neatly written words

 

Yippie yi ohhhh
Yippie yi yaaaah
Ghostwriter in disguise

 

He took his writing goods and went a-writin’ everywhere
He wrote for rich, he wrote for poor, for fellow man and peer
For business use, for politics, for union and for trade
Whenever someone missed a word, he came to writing aid

 

No task was him to heavy no deadline him to short
His calling gave him energy of supernatural sort
His crusade had just started and he wanted all to see
The beauty and the power of letters a to z

 

Yippie yi ohhhh
Yippie yi yaaaah
Ghostwriter in disguise
Ghostwriter in disguise
Ghostwriter in disguise

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