Squirrel Nut Zippers

Met the ghost of stephen foster at the hotel paradise
This is what I told him as I gazed into his eyes:
Rooms were made for carpets,
Towers made for spires,
Ships were made for cannonade fire off from inside them
(chorus): gwine to run all night
Gwine to run all day
Camptown ladies never sang all the doo dah day no, no, no (end chorus)