Fangs-sunk crew,
Undead bodies loathe sun.
Sanguine crew,
Necked bodice--unclothe 'em.

Teethy crew will suck on you,
Blueblood, plebian.
And when your skin turns blue and "cru"'s all gone,
You're gonna rise again,
And you too'll sink 'em in.

Fangs-sunk crew
Seeks neck on a pillow.
Sanguine crew,
Leeching cheeks will billow.
Blood sucking makes sucked not sing;
The throat goes dry; they lose voice.
Before they know it, they're too drinking blood;
They simply got no choice.

Teethy crew will suck on you;
They chew through your skin,
And when that skin turns blue and "cru"'s all gone,
You're gonna rise again,
And you too'll sink 'em in.

Fangs-sunk crew,
Leaked neck on a pillow.
Sanguine crew,
Teeth in, then they swill "O."
Blood sucking makes sucked not sing;
The throat goes dry; they lose voice.
Before they know it, they're too drinking blood;
When night comes, they rejoice.

Fangs-sunk crew,
Fangs-sunk crew,
Veins uncrimped; their ride is pimped--
In Brooklyn they drive a hearse. . . .