Dr. Mowinckel

I've got a ghost on my back
I hear voices cursing badly
I have ice in my throat

Know a dwarf who waltzes
But it hurts so bad when I laugh
Only he knows what’s happening

he's my favourite gentleman
Dr. Mowinckel

he has fog on his monocle
he dances samba on the podium
he knows how to rattle his sword

And play poker with the nobility
he knows where you live
he always keeps up to date

The best medicine's hidden close at Hand 
Dr. Mowinckel