| 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 ... | |
| Half Swiss, half Russian, now I'm all about busting | |
| Used to own a book store that required a lot of dusting | |
| ... the time to keep the pace | |
| I bust ghosts, paranormal investigation | |
| Chance to grow all in all with no hesitation | |
| The mast turbulence rock falls, even sponge migration | |
| Plus eruption, book staking, and I'm lacking information. | |
| Been possessed, been blown, yes my pole still works | |
| Tell him my job might be hard, 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... I got no time for frontin' | |
| Strictly business is my mission, | |
| Listen, do you smell something? | |
| I believe in mediums, table tippin', ... | |
| ... homie, you'd be tripping | |
| In front of this 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 to help me see ghosts better | |
| Before trappin' happened, my plan was just better! | |
| Lost my parents in a plane crash, a triangle over the Bermuda | |
| They left me a haunted house, which I sold, so therapeutic | |
| Needin' to grow up, even though, I'm kinda like a kid | |
| It's infectious, need protection, just like a protection grid | |
| Getting high, I'm moving slime my memory is towards the antagonist | |
| Do damage with the... 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... I got no time for frontin' | |
| Strictly business is my mission, | |
| Listen, do you smell something? | |
| Do you smell something? | |
| Do you smell something? | |
| Do you smell something? | |
| Do you smell something? | |
| Chorus: (x2) | |
| Ray Stantz is the man with the wand in his hand, | |
| No spells, just hell, screamin' demon be damned | |
| On the front line... I got no time for frontin' | |
| Strictly business is my mission, | |
| Listen, do you smell something? |