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Song Parodies -> "Rip-Your Veiny, Make-You Drainee Fellow Croaked—Er—Not; Neck’s Bane, H"

Original Song Title:

"Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weeine Yellow Polka-Dot Bikini"

Original Performer:

Brian Hyland

Parody Song Title:

"Rip-Your Veiny, Make-You Drainee Fellow Croaked—Er—Not; Neck’s Bane, H"

Parody Written by:

John A. Barry

The Lyrics

He is day-fraid to come out of the coffin;
he ain’t impervious as he is nightly.
He is afraid to come out of the coffin;
he is afraid to slum diurnally.

Slumbers, he snores, fellow’s up at night for gore.
He is a rip-your veiny, make-you drainee fellow croaked—er—not; neck’s bane, he,
And he snores ’cause cursed in day is he;
a strip-your veiny, make-you drainee fellow croaked—er—not; neck’s pain, he.
But in the coffin he must stay by day.

Dude seeks more; takes apart your neck for gore.

He ain’t afraid to come out when it opens—
got a damn squeaky hinge on the door.
It is neck frayed; blood come out when it opens,
and all those fat jugulars will be tore.

Dude seeks gore; makes your heart pump till no more.

He is a grip-your veiny, make-you drainee fellow croaked—er—not; neck’s gain, he.
Platelets whore, he’s a thirst for Type A.
A sip-your veiny, make-you drainee fellow croaked—er—not; neck’s bane, he.
You’re his blood bank if you don’t stay away.

Fools leak gore if at night they’re out the door.

Now, one of these days, we must seek out the coffin. . .
no need to ponder what we have to do,
’cause it’s during day when the bleeders we’re offin’
so the gore vittles churl is all through.

Dude seeks gore; stake his heart till he’s no more!

He was a lip-your veiny, make-you-drainee fellow croaked—er—not; neck’s bane, he.
That was yore, but his thirst went astray.
To stick this vein-feed, make-you-drainee. . .fellow’s croaked; sure got, dead. . .bane-free.
Now from the coffin, his dust blows away.

From the coffin to blood bank, bit,
from blood bank slit to the gore,
thug that gorged then got the offin’—
neck-parer now is no more.



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AFW - October 24, 2012 - Report this comment
A female vampire in a teeny weeny bikini biting your neck might not be all that bad..
Meriadoc - October 26, 2012 - Report this comment
Ready for the season I see, JB! Good job.

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