Just sit right back and you'll hear a tale
a tale of a fateful trip,
that started from this big airport,
aboard this flying ship
The plane was a mighty sailin' jet,
But Dracula wasn't sure,
five passengers set flight that day,
for a thirteen hour tour,
a thirteen hour tour

The flight started getting rough,
Sadako, she was tossed
But thanks to Brady and his twin
The heroes are not lost,
The heroes are not lost

The plane aground on the shore of this uncharted tropic isle
with Dracula, the Wolfman too,
the Frankenstien and his Bride,
a Well Spirit, the Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,
here on Dracula's Isle.

(Ending verse)

So this is the tale of our castaways,
But they're here for a short, short time.
They'll have to make the best of things,
it's an uphill mountain climb.
The vampire and werewolf friend too
will do their very best,
to make the others comfortable
or make it very worst
No pies ,no cars, no TV sets,
not a human blood
like Jerry Springer says
it's primitive just like mud.
So join us here each day my friends,
you're sure to get a smile,
from seven stranded castaways
here on Dracula's Isle!