Here comes Dracula..flying through the night
Looking for a tasty neck..on which to have a bite
Shiny fangs are glowing..he wants a drink of blood
But if he fly's in my room..i'll knock them out for good
One bat to another..i'll play baseball with his head
So dont bother me..Count Dracula
Same goes for all the living dead...! !
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