Allan Sherman - My Son, The Vampire lyrics

Blood! Blood! My son, the vampire He'll make you a wreck Every time he kisses you There'll 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 don't like ginger ale When they see him, people scream, and they yell And they scream and yell 'cause they're scared as heck that he'll say... Blood! Blood! My son, the vampire He's 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, ain't collecting it for the Red Cross! He wants... Blood! He needs... Blood! He drinks... Blood! [spoken] Doesn't everybody? Have a gla**! It's delicious! Yum yum! It's... Blood!