I'm a four-legged zombie on a two-step dance floor
I'd double down your money honey if you know what's good for you

Vampire won't go far
Sucking the life out of the party
Werewoolf has no chance
Cause Mr. Werewoolf has no pants

Since 1968 I've been the Number One
Champ at the Monster Dance Party

Lurch left, neck spasm
Dead stare right at 'em
Drag leg, knash teeth
On flesh we feed

I can never lose
While I wear four shoes

I'm the undead quadruped
I could paint the town blood
Ready, set, better step
Back or you could lose your

Headstart, you need it
Clumsy mummy, poke you in the
I could cut a rug until it's
Bleeding through the ceiling

Bombs overhead, put your face on, ladies
They'll take you home tonight
Bombs overhead, paint your face by numbers
They'll never run away


Lyrics submitted by Danzoc

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