Will you walk us uptown
Like some said you could
We will feast on your flesh
And drink down your blood
Will you haul down that flag
And dishonor that vow
Cos we must not change
It’s color now
Will you walk us uptown
He’s the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Kent
Lately he’s been overheard in Mayfair
You better stay away from him
He’ll rip your lungs out, Jim
I’d like to meet his tailor
Aaoooooo
Werewolves of London
Aaoooooo
They did the mash, they did the monster mash…
The Zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included the Wolfman
And Dracula and his Son…
On a hot summer night
Would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?
Yes
I bet you to say that to all the boys.
Hot town, summer in the city,
Back of my neck getting dirty and gritty,
Been down, isn’t it a pitym
Doesn’t seem to be a shadow in the city.
Do it light, taking me through the night
Shadow dancing, baby you do it right
Give me more, drag me across the floor
Shadow dancing, all this and nothing more
More, more, more,
How do you like it, how do you like it?
More, more, more,
How do you like it, how do you like it?
More, more, more,
How do you like it, how do you like it?
I like to move it, move it.
I come in last night about half past ten,
That baby of mine wouldn’t let me in
So move it on over, rock it on over,
Move over little dog, the mean old dog is movin’ in
Pink pussycat
I’m gonna mess you up
Pink pussycat
I’m a dog
Pink pussycat
Bow wow wow
I’m walkin’ all around the town
Singin’ all the people down
Talkin’ around, talkin’ around.
Me and my cat named Dog
Are walkin’ high against the fog
Singin’ the sun
My uncle used to love me
But she died.
WTH? LOL!!! Gotta google that.
Roger Miller, had a lot of goofy songs. He was basically the better version of Ray Stevens.
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak,
Fastest thing on two feet.
He’s just as proud as he can be,
Of his anatomy,
He gonna give us a peek.
Oh, yes, they call him the Streak,
He likes to show off his physique.
If there’s an audience to be found,
He’ll be streakin’ around,
Invitin’ public critique.
You better come home Speedy Gonzales, away from tannery row.
Stop all of your drinking with that floosie named Flo!
Road Runner, the coyote’s after you.
Road Runner, if he catches you you’re through.
Road Runner, the coyote’s after you.
Road Runner, if he catches you you’re through.
That coyote is really a crazy clown,
When will he learn he can never mow him down?
Poor little Road Runner never bothers anyone,
Just runnin’ down the road’s his idea of having fun.
But I’m smarter, I’m stronger, and he’s only fast,
Let’s hear him “beep beep” with his head up his ass,
And I’ll get that Road-Runner if it’s the last thing I do!
While riding in my Cadillac, what, to my surprise,
A little Nash Rambler was following me, about one-third my size.
The guy must have wanted it to pass me up
As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!
I’ll show him that a Cadillac is not a car to scorn.
Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)
Beep, beep. (Beep, beep.)
His horn went, beep, beep, beep. (Beep! Beep!).
But, parked in a rickety old garage,
There’s a brand new shiny super stocked Buick.
And everybody’s sayin’
That there’s nobody meaner than the,
The Little Old Lady from Pasedena…