DRAGULA Lyrics

Masked Phantom written by Philip Wallace

There were too many wrestlers in this town
Until the masked phantom came around
He threw out the Spoiler and he threw out the Sheik
Be there Saturday night and see who leaves town this week Aaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahe he’s the phantom

There’s no referee falls count anywhere
You can bring in a chain you can bring in a chair
He don’t care about the pain he loves the blood
He’ll beat you over the head with a coal miner’s glove Aaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahe he’s the phantom

He’s never been unmasked he’ll never be beat
He wears loaded boots on both his feet
Throw him in a cage with the Phantom 5ive
Those goodie goodies will never make it alive. Aaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahe he’s the phantom

There were too many wrestlers in this town
Until the masked phantom came around
He’ll be left standing when they ring the bell
Some say the phantom came from hell. Aaaaahahahahahahahahahahahahe he’s the phantom

 

I Drink Your Blood I Eat Your Skin by John Hudson

I’m a black leather monster with a fist and a sneer
When I come your way you better stand clear
I glide through the night like a fatal mist
The needles in my mouth give the devil’s kiss
I’m the god of the razor and I always win
I drink your blood I eat your skin

I’m Vlad the impaler I’m the walking dude
I’m a reservoir dog with an attitude
I snack on danger and I dine on death
I’m a jackboot nightmare better watch your step
When I knock on your door don’t let me in
I drink your blood I eat your skin

I’m the king of the jungle I’m a live grenade
Don’t cross my bridge until the toll is paid
I’m a big bad wolf with a Gatling gun
When you see me coming you better run
I’m gonna huff and puff and knock your door in
I drink your blood I eat your skin

 

Dragula written by Toby Holmes

Hanging at the drag strip Saturday night
Blood drinking beer drinking feeling all right
Burning down the strip doing 205
Man makes me feel good to be alive
Dragula Dragula drag racing vampire oh yeah.

Frankenstein, mummy and the crew
Watching the race between me an you
And if you should have a wreck
I’ll jump out and bite your neck
Dragula Dragula drag racing vampire oh yeah.

Souped up funny car bloodmobile
Some people ask if I’m for real
Man, man what a pain
Pulling right into victory lane
Dragula Dragula drag racing vampire oh yeah.

 

Bobby Was A Zombie written by Philip Wallace

Bobby was just a normal lad
He wanted to grow up just like dad
But he started hanging out with a ghoulish crowd
That liked to dance to the zombie sound
They talked him into eating the flesh of the brain
Bobby’s acting really strange
Bobby is a zombie Bobby is a zombie Bobby is a zombie.

Now he’s got red glowing eyes
And a brainy appetite
He likes to go to the punk rock shows
He eats some skinheads and his hunger grows
Flesh drips from his gnarled fingers
Bobby’s got the sickness that always lingers
Bobby is a zombie Bobby is a zombie Bobby is a zombie.

His parents just don’t understand
Why he had to eat the garbage man
But his girlfriend thinks he’s really neat
Zombies are really chic.

Bobby moved to Hollywood and met George Romero
Who told him he could be the undead DeNiro
He got the starring role in Zombies From Mars
Bobby is now a big movie star
He did a film with Cruise and gave him a try
But when he opened up his skull there was nothing inside
Bobby is a zombie Bobby is a zombie Bobby is a zombie
An American success gory.

 

Outer Space Girlfriend written by Philip Wallace

I met a girl just the other day
She said she was from outer space
I didn’t believe her
Until I saw her saucer
My girlfriend’s from outer space
She belongs to an alien race

Now all my friend’s make fun of her
Because she is an alien
That doesn’t bother us
Because we’ll shoot them with her ray gun
My girlfriend’s from outer space
She belongs to an alien race

10,9,8,7,6,5,4,3,2,1, Blastoff
I met a girl just the other day
She said she came from outer space
I didn’t believe her
Until I took a ride in her saucer
My girlfriend’s from outer space
She belongs to an alien race

 

Friday Night Gang Fight written by Philip Wallace

From out of the shadows wielding broken glass
News of rumble spread really fast
Royal vultures hunting down their prey
You come on this side of town you’re gonna’ pay
Friday night gang fight

Dozens of kids in scruffy boots
Staring down the knife blade violence is truth
All JD’s and a couple of spades
Living in a world that they didn’t make
Friday night gang fight

High school dances are strictly for squares
You’ll never catch any of them there
Smoking and drinking and rolling the dice
Saving up their strength for Friday night
Friday night gang fight

A dead end kid ain’t that bad a way to live
Nobody really gives a shit
But you might as well forget about being in love
Because the only thing that matters is being tough
Friday night gang fight

It’s the usual ballet under broken streetlights
If God is dead then what’s wrong or right
You might see them and call them hoods
But they’re the kings of the neighborhood
Friday night gang fight