Parody of “Baby Vampire Boogie”, words by
Harold Groot
, music by
`Kilgara Mountain'
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Reprinted from
Songworm 2
Parody lyrics ©1988-07-26 by Bob Kanefsky. All rights reserved. The copyright of the original lyrics and music remain with the holder(s) of the original copyright.
After Baby Vampire Boogie by Harold Groot to Kilgara Mountain
Reference: The Fly
| Well, | C I | was born a were-fly and my | Am moth | er was disgusted. |
| She’d | F shacked | up with some scientist she | C nev | er should have trusted. |
| Each | C month | she went for testing and they’d | Am find | a normal fetus. |
| And | F so | I was, by daylight, but | C each | night rose to greet us... |
| Chorus: |
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I dropped out of the nursery school where Mama tried to send me.
The mean old teacher spanked me without Mom there to defend me.
She swatted me a good one, so I started playing hooky.
And all because I spit up and dissolved my milk and cookies...
(Chorus)
I hated elementary school and wished that I could bag it.
The other kids made fun of me and called me little maggot.
In football I’d get even; I was strongest in my class.
I’d barrel through their ranks and leave them sitting on the grass, ’cause...
(Chorus)
In high school my encounters with my human peers were fewer.
While other kids were partying, I feasted in the sewer.
They played around with substances they said gave them a buzz.
But I could do that naturally as breathing, just becuz...
(Chorus)
My college grades were miserable, with little time to study.
At night my eyes grow facets and the print starts looking muddy.
And coming home for Christmas, my relief was always fleeting.
My Mom would give me lectures on the trash that I was eating...
(Chorus)
And now I’m out among you and I run a little deli.
I store the old meat in the back when it starts getting smelly.
I’ve made a little nest of it; it’s fragrant and inviting.
I love the smell of rotten meat; there’s nothing so exciting...
(Chorus)
I’ve met an older woman, and I think she’s really nifty.
Her father built that same transporter back in 1950.
She met me at my deli, and she hardly could resist me.
I knew that it was meant to be, the moment that she kissed me...
(Chorus)
