Queen of the slurper girls

There’s a spark in her eyes as she gobbles hemo;
She’s grazing and swigs. Is this just a bad dream? No!
Biting on your neck, she’s drying you till blanched;
She’s a swigging slurper girl—you ain’t stanched.

’cause she’s night’s Honolulu chew-chew,
Moonlight’s Honolulu chew-chew,
Queen of the slurper girls.

When she’s clamping on a big jug’,
You’re arid as Ka‘u.
Do a hula as she’ll chew ya;
Raiment is pa‘u.
She’s on a leech diet, so you know you’re out of luck.
A prey for slurping, this girls knows how to suck.

A leech is Honolulu chew-chew,
Moonlight’s Honolulu chew-you,
Queen of the slurper girls.

Yeah, she’s night’s Honolulu chew-you,
Soon bites, hoggin’ as she’ll chew you,
Queen of the slurper girls.

I tell you, once upon a time, you know,
She took a little stroll. . .
Encountered The Count, who bit ’er
On this sandy atoll,
So she’s in thrall to this gang, undead.
Once a sanguine fount, you’re dried, wicked, done, bled.

’cause she’s night’s Honolulu chew-chew,
Not quite Lon’ll chew-you loup ’rou,*
Queen of the slurper girls.


*loup garou: werewolf