([Gerard]: Well, are you ready, Ray?
[Ray]: Yeah
[Gerard]: How about you, Frank?
[Frank]: Oh, I'm there, baby
[Gerard]: How about you, Mikey?
[Mikey]: Fuckin' ready
[Gerard]: Well, I think I'm alright)
1-2-3-4, oh
3-2-1 we came to fuck
Everybody party 'til the gasman comes
Sparkle like Bowie in the morning sun
And get a parking violation on La Brea 'til it's done
Hair back
Collar up
Jet black
So cool
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you
C'mon
When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon)
Play the game and take the band real far (c'mon)
Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon)
Pick a fight at an airport bar
The kids don't care if you're all right honey
Pills don't help but it sure is funny
Gimme gimme some of that vampire money come on
Oh you look like somebody I used to know
Well uh, 3-2-1 we got the bomb
Everybody hurry 'til the tax man comes
Glimmer like Bolan in the morning sun
And get your finger on the trigger
Tap the barrel of a gun
Hair back, motherfucker
Jet black
So cool
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you (c'mon)
When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon)
Play the game and take the band real far (c'mon)
Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon)
Pick a fight at an airport bar
The kids don't care if you're all right honey
Pills don't help but it sure is funny
Gimme gimme some of that vampire money come on
Uh, fuck yeah
That's right
1-2-3-4
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Well, 3-2-1 we came to fuck
Everybody party 'til the gasman comes
Sparkle like Bowie in the morning sun
And get a parking violation on La Brea 'til it's done
Hair back
Collar up
Jet black
So cool
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you (c'mon)
When you want to be a movie star (c'mon)
Play the game and take the band real far (c'mon)
Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon)
Pick a fight at an airport bar
The kids don't care if you're all right honey
Pills don't help but it sure is funny
Gimme gimme some of that vampire money come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
On, on, on, on
Hey, I'm talkin' here
This party is gettin' way too loud
We're gonna have to turn it down a little
Sorry
[Ray]: Yeah
[Gerard]: How about you, Frank?
[Frank]: Oh, I'm there, baby
[Gerard]: How about you, Mikey?
[Mikey]: Fuckin' ready
[Gerard]: Well, I think I'm alright)
1-2-3-4, oh
3-2-1 we came to fuck
Everybody party 'til the gasman comes
Sparkle like Bowie in the morning sun
And get a parking violation on La Brea 'til it's done
Hair back
Collar up
Jet black
So cool
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you
C'mon
When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon)
Play the game and take the band real far (c'mon)
Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon)
Pick a fight at an airport bar
The kids don't care if you're all right honey
Pills don't help but it sure is funny
Gimme gimme some of that vampire money come on
Oh you look like somebody I used to know
Well uh, 3-2-1 we got the bomb
Everybody hurry 'til the tax man comes
Glimmer like Bolan in the morning sun
And get your finger on the trigger
Tap the barrel of a gun
Hair back, motherfucker
Jet black
So cool
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you (c'mon)
When you wanna be a movie star (c'mon)
Play the game and take the band real far (c'mon)
Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon)
Pick a fight at an airport bar
The kids don't care if you're all right honey
Pills don't help but it sure is funny
Gimme gimme some of that vampire money come on
Uh, fuck yeah
That's right
1-2-3-4
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Well, 3-2-1 we came to fuck
Everybody party 'til the gasman comes
Sparkle like Bowie in the morning sun
And get a parking violation on La Brea 'til it's done
Hair back
Collar up
Jet black
So cool
Sing it like the kids that are mean to you (c'mon)
When you want to be a movie star (c'mon)
Play the game and take the band real far (c'mon)
Play it right and drive a Volvo car (c'mon)
Pick a fight at an airport bar
The kids don't care if you're all right honey
Pills don't help but it sure is funny
Gimme gimme some of that vampire money come on
Come on, come on, come on, come on
On, on, on, on
Hey, I'm talkin' here
This party is gettin' way too loud
We're gonna have to turn it down a little
Sorry
Lyrics submitted by Fayiirah, edited by SmashingDestiny, killjoyvillain
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According to Gerard Way in Rolling Stone (issue 1119: Dec. 9, 2010), it's absolutely a direct reference to Sweet's "Ballroom Blitz." Way's waxing poetic on glam rock, actually, and in reference to "Ballroom Blitz" says:
"They completely break the fourth wall when the song opens up and they're calling each other by name. We emulated that on our song 'Vampire Money.' It literally starts out the way 'Ballroom Blitz' does."
I hope that helps.