I've been alone in this frigging box
And I could scream a thousand times
I think I will. “Aaagh!”
Even vampires get the blues
Hello! Is it you I'm duking it out for
Are you within range of TV signals
Or my frigging halitosis
Even vampires soak their teeth in jars
I sometimes have the hungries
And see you passing with Botox
Hello! Do you taste like fried chicken
I can see it in your thighs
I can see it in your gizzard
You're all that I have ever wanted
That and gibbets in my gravy
I long to see you without curlers in your hair
And tell you, "Hey dude get out of my chair."
Sometimes my catheter gets stopped up
Hello!
Hello!
Because I'm tied up in my shorts
And my bedpan is down one quart
There a frigging ghost in the window
But it turned out to be a porch light
Do you believe in vampire dwarves
Are making out in cars
My casket has four wheels and mudflaps
I think your boobs do too
Hello!
Hello!
Hellooo!
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