Who You Gonna Call?
It was always my dream to be a ghostbuster,
I spent my early teens collecting all the memorabilia
I wanted to rid New York city of fear
I wanted to give my life to something bigger
To be a hero, a hero cause who you gonna call?
A hero, a hero but I'm not
It's not that I couldn't get the hang of my proton pack
It's not that I couldn't work that damn ecto-trap
But I couldn't stand to see the indignity on the face of the giant stay puft marshmellow man
My hero, my hero, they're my heroes
My heroes, my heroes, New York cities ghosts
My heroes, my heroes and my heart broke to toast them away
No it's not Peter Venkmann's wit
No it's not riding through town in the ecto-8
No it's not the grey boiler suit
What I love, Slimer and the Grey Lady are what I love
Or maybe I'm just not man enough to be the 5th ghostbuster
They were very polite, they said Rookie, we're gonna send you to another city.