All I want is a tomb somewhere,
Far away from the sun's bright glare,
A dank and gloomy lair,
Oh, wouldn't it be luvverly?

Lots of warm blood for me to drink,
Lots of virgins, soft and pink,
In which my fangs can sink,,
Oh, wouldn't it be luvverly?

I'd be happy to never 'ave t' go and stalk my prey,
I would party all night
And then I'd sleep right through the day.

Someone's neck proffered up to me,
Warm an' tasty as they can be.
Arms flappin' feebly,
Oh! wouldn't it be luvverly?
Luvverly, luvverly, luvverly, luvverly