To the tune of Away in a Manger
Away in a casket
No blood for his tomb,
The little lord Dracula
Lay down his evil doom.
The sun in the sky
Looked down where he lay,
The little lord Dracula
Garlic keeps him at bay.
The people are scared
Their bleeding awaits,
But little lord Dracula
In darkness he waits.
I love Nosferatu
Look up from your tomb,
And bite my flesh
‘Till morning does loom.
by Steppenwolf