From Pensacola to west coast coral,
With yellow fine hairs on its rear and sharp fangs that rip and tear.
Like fever dengue in Appalachia,
He's like that fever so bizarre,
One went roadkill from a car.
Those brakes locked up all four, so says the old folk lore.
Then barely missed hitting another,
Where there's one there's more.

Cause he's Chupa (chu!) El Chupacabra (El Chupacabra)
You may find your old goat dead manana.
Cause he's Chupa (chu!) El Chupacabra,
Chupa needs ration of exsanguination,
Cause El Chupa, it's blood he loves.

Down in Tampico they shot one climbin',
They shot it grave yard dead I swear, left it lie for buzzard fare.
Tissue diminished, lying in clover,
They should have put it in a jar,
With tequila from the bar.
They're far between and few, and science needs its view,
But they just let it lie there to rot.
Is this legend true?

Cause he's Chupa (chu!) El Chupacabra (El Chupacabra)
You may find your old goat dead manana.
Cause he's Chupa (chu!) El Chupacabra,
Chupa needs ration of exsanguination,
Cause El Chupa, it's blood he loves.

Chupa! El Chupacabra! Chupa needs ration of exsanguination.

If you're high rolla, then I say go girl,
For the last thirty years or so, no one's had a chupa show.
It'd be low risko, with high payola,
They'd make a nice side show affair,
With their yellow feather hair.
Just watch them as they dine, on drinks made from blood wine.
You could be the side show macaroni.
Get a few confined.

Cause he's Chupa (chu!) El Chupacabra (El Chupacabra)
You may find your old goat dead manana.
Cause he's Chupa (chu!) El Chupacabra,
Chupa needs ration of exsanguination,
Cause El Chupa, it's blood he loves.