Blood! Blood! My son, the vampire Hell make you a wreck Every time he kisses you Therell be two holes in your neck Blood! Blood! My son, the vampire He will leave you pale All he does is drink your blood cause he dont like ginger ale When they see him, people scream, and they yell And they scream and yell cause theyre scared as heck that hell say... Blood! Blood! My son, the vampire Hes a total loss And if you should meet with him Do not drink or eat with him Run if he takes out his dental floss Cause my son, the vampire, aint collecting it for the Red Cross! He wants... Blood! He needs... Blood! He drinks... Blood! [spoken] Doesnt everybody? Have a glass! Its delicious! Yum yum! Its... Blood!
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