My Mother and Father were rather mean,
They Beat me everyday.
I got tired of discipline,
So I had to run away.
Took a bus (took a bus)
Down to Hollywood's world renowned plastic surgon
Paid a man to stick a knife in my face
Make me look like Vincent Price

I met a man who told me
If I learn to do the voice
He could get me plenty work
As a Vincent look-a-like

When I die, bury me
In a coffin that's fur lined
[Line it up [?] baby]
Black suit and a pencil mustache
Just like Vincent Price

Did you see that movie
That was shot in black and white
Except for the blood
That had all been colored right
How did they do that
I mean don't you think it's weird
Hold that thought a second
My agents calling me

It's a birthday party
They don't want a clown
They want

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    General CommentGod I love that song! I always imagine Zombina dressed up like V. Price when I hear it :D

    I found out few mistakes, though.

    I got tired of discipline,
    So I had to run away.

    I met a man who told me
    If I LEARN TO do the voice
    -I think she says "learn to" instead of "could".
    crybbyon October 29, 2009   Link

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