Blood!
Blood!
My son, the vampire,
He'll make you a wreck
Every time he kisses you,
There'll be two holes in your neck
Blood!
Blood!
My son, the vampire,
He will leave you pale
All he does is drink your blood,
'cause he don't like ginger ale
When they see him, people scream, and they yell
And they scream and yell 'cause they're scared as heck that he'll say
Blood!
Blood!
My son, the vampire,
He's a total loss
And if you should meet with him,
Do not drink or eat with him
Run if he takes out his dental floss
'Cause my son, the vampire, ain't collecting it for the Red Cross!
He wants
Blood!
He needs
Blood!
He drinks
Blood!
[spoken]
Doesn't everybody?
Have a glass!
It's delicious!
Yum yum!
It's
Blood!