There is a place where the vampire swings And zombies shuffle before the beat begins, And there the frights come what may, And there mummies hold to the sway, And there Igor makes an awesome souffle To appeal to every hunger pang.
Let us leave this place where no monsters chance And the kids are safely tucked in bed. Past the castle on the moor of wisps We shall walk with a walk of Egypt and a bag of crisps, And watch enthralled as master Igor lisps To the place where the vampire swings.
Yes we shall walk with a walk of Egypt and crisps, And watch enthralled as master Igor lisps, For the monsters boogie down, oblivious to our traps To the place where the vampire swings.
I wish I had half the talent as you! Marvelous!
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