Vampires, mummies, and the Holy Ghost
These are the things that terrify me the most
No aliens, psychopaths, or MTV hosts
Scares me like vampires, mummies, and the Holy Ghost
Vampires, Mummies, and the Holy Ghost – Jimmy Buffett
-“BB”-
The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son
The scene was rockin’, all were diggin’ the sounds
Igor on chains, backed by his baying hounds
The coffin-bangers were about to arrive
With their vocal group, “The Crypt-Kicker Five”
Well, I saw Lon Chaney walking with the Queen
Doin’ the werewolves of London
I saw Lon Chaney Jr. walking with the Queen, uh
Doin’ the werewolves of London
I saw a werewolf drinkin’ a piña colada at Trader Vic’s
His hair was perfect
I’m a truck drivin’ vampire, I only drive by night.
A truck drivin’ vampire, undead, but not uptight.
I’m a good ol’ nosferatu, and an eighteen-wheelin’ stud,
Wearin’ white socks, drinkin’ Blue Ribbon, and redneck blood.
Truck Drivin’ Vampire - Michael Longcor
I’m a vampire, babe, suckin’ blood from the earth
I’m a vampire, baby, suckin’ blood from the earth
Well, I’m a vampire, babe, sell you twenty barrels worth
One, two, three, four
We walk the streets, I’m out to get you
We bite
Just a feast of gore and blood
We bite
Carnivores live for pleasure
We bite
Strike out like a wolf’s endeavor
We bite
There’s a moon over Bourbon Street tonight
I see faces as they pass
Beneath the pale lamplight
I’ve no choice but to follow that call
The bright lights, the people
And the moon and all
I pray everyday to be strong
For I know what I do must be wrong
Well the days went by all dull and gray
And he didn’t think much and had little to say
And when the full moon rose, he’d climb over the moat
Find some people sleeping, and he’d bite their throats!
Mediocre Fred
Mediocre, dull Fred
Now the folks around south Louisiana
Said Amos was a hell of a man
He could trap the biggest, the meanest alligator
And just use one hand
That’s all he got left 'cause alligator bit it
Left arm gone, clean up to the elbow
Where a man can hide and never be found
And have no fear of the bayin’ hound
But he better keep movin’ and don’t stand still
If the skeeters don’t get him then the gators will
A man can’t live in the Everglades
You ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog
Cryin’ all the time
Well, you ain’t never caught a rabbit
And you ain’t no friend of mine
You hear him howling around your kitchen door
You better not let him in
Little old lady got mutilated late last night
Werewolves of London again
Ah-hoo, werewolves of London
Ah-hoo
Ah-hoo, werewolves of London
Ah-hoo, huh
What a big heart I have
The better to love you with
Little Red Riding Hood
Even bad wolves can be good
Clap for the Wolfman
He gon’ rate your record high
Clap for the Wolfman
You gon’ dig him 'til the day you die
I got your name from a friend of a friend
Who said he used to work with you
You remember the all night creature from Stereo Ninety Two?
Yeah, I said, “Could you relate to our quarter track tape
You know the band performs in the nude”
He said, “Uh-huh, don’t call us, child, we’ll call you”
I am the morning dj on wol*d
Playing all the hits for you wherever you may be
The bright good-morning voice who’s heard but never seen
Feeling all of forty-five going on fifteen
I am a DJ, I am what I play
Can’t turn around, no, can’t turn around, no, ooh
I am a DJ, I am what I say
Can’t turn around, no, can’t turn around, ooh
I am a DJ, I am what I play
I’ve got believers believing me
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed DJ
Because the music they constantly play
Burn down the mission
If we’re gonna stay alive
Watch the black smoke fly to heaven
See the red flame light the sky
Burn down the mission
Burn it down to stay alive
It’s our only chance of living
Take all you need to live inside
Whether you’re a brother or whether you’re a mother
You’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive
Feel the city breakin’ and everybody shakin’
And you’re stayin’ alive, stayin’ alive