The Spector-a song about Phil Spector

He’s a ghost He’s a phantom Some say a legend And that to know him is to love him Seen creeping in the moonlight Lurking in the shadows A zombie by daylight Heading for the gallows Surrounded by grounds Foreboding and unhallowed Protected by a Wall of Sound While imprisoned within is castle A complexion so sallow A heart so shallow Looks like Ichabod Crane from Sleepy Hallow He’s a wrath He’s a demon I would even say he’s lost that loving feelin There’s a tune that comes to mind Engraved on a tombstone that bares a rhyme It’s a phrase that hunts his soul For a man he’ll never let go Engraved for all eternity it reads “Father. Husband” And the words “To Know Him Was To Love Him” I wonder Would I engrave such words When HE'S six feet under.