Blood, blood, blood. . .

She is a spurtin'-vittles girl,
She's just been mined
By an undead, and after he's dined:
"She's the best meal I've ever had."
I forgot to tell you: his name is Vlad.

Blood, blood, blood. . .

Gush, gush,
He's got his tongue lollin' on a vein now,
Gush, gush.
He broke the heart 'cause she is completely drained now.
Gush, gush,
He's got his tongue lollin' on a vein now.
Gush, gush
She bleeds his luncheon, and it ain't no chow mein chow .

Lunch, lunch,
They get it just before the mornin'.
Lunch, lunch,
They get it well into the evenin'.
Lunch, lunch,
Well, they want that feedin'.
Lunch, lunch,
Oh, they gotta, gotta have it.

They'll get luncheon from Dick and
Jane, though Spot, their dog, has been banned.
They grow those tines that go in so deep;
Sometimes they feast when you're asleep.

. . .good, good, good. . . .

Slit 'em:
Gush, gush,
It hot and spurts; he swallows from vein now.
Gush, gush,
And once he starts, he won't stop until she's drained now.
Gush, gush,
He's got his tongue lollin' on a vein now.
Gush, gush,
She bleeds his luncheon, and it ain't no low mein chow.

Lunch, lunch,
They get it just before the mournin'.
Lunch, lunch,
They get it; relatives are grievin'.
Lunch, lunch,
Hemoglobin thievin'.
Lunch, lunch,
Oh, they gotta, gotta have it.

Blood, blood, blood. . . .
Good, good, good. . . .