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Song Parodies -> "Ghoul Slaughter"
Original Song Title:
"Cool Water"
(MP3)Original Performer:
Sons of the Pioneers
Parody Song Title:
"Ghoul Slaughter"
Parody Written by:
John A. Barry
The Lyrics
As day’s erased they’re out to chase; they have a taste for slaughter,
cruel slaughter.
These gals and guys will suck you dry; they’re soulless, high on slaughter,
cruel slaughter.
You, night time fool? They’ll bite then drool. They cruelly opt for slaughter. . .
fools slaughtered.
But come the dawn, they can’t go on; but then anon: more slaughter,
drool slaughter
They’re a snoozin’ clan when eggs hit the fryin’ pan.
They have devilish élan, and they bite nonfeeding hands in slaughter.
Some you can’t see reflectively in a mirror—you should flee!
Or he’s draining quickly you.
Slaughtered, you, slaughtered.
When shadows play at night, not day, their only way is slaughter,
cruel slaughter.
You’ve got no prayer when fangs are bared; they like meat rare for slaughter.
Ghoul slaughter.
Damned feast of gore! They’re yearning for your strengthened core: they’re off’lers
ghoul off’lers.
Disgusting fress is such a mess: they are intes-tine noshers,
ghoul noshers.
cruel slaughter.
These gals and guys will suck you dry; they’re soulless, high on slaughter,
cruel slaughter.
You, night time fool? They’ll bite then drool. They cruelly opt for slaughter. . .
fools slaughtered.
But come the dawn, they can’t go on; but then anon: more slaughter,
drool slaughter
They’re a snoozin’ clan when eggs hit the fryin’ pan.
They have devilish élan, and they bite nonfeeding hands in slaughter.
Some you can’t see reflectively in a mirror—you should flee!
Or he’s draining quickly you.
Slaughtered, you, slaughtered.
When shadows play at night, not day, their only way is slaughter,
cruel slaughter.
You’ve got no prayer when fangs are bared; they like meat rare for slaughter.
Ghoul slaughter.
Damned feast of gore! They’re yearning for your strengthened core: they’re off’lers
ghoul off’lers.
Disgusting fress is such a mess: they are intes-tine noshers,
ghoul noshers.
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A "gutsy" rendition of an old favorite. I'd rather go with the guy who changes water into wine, rather than blood. But then again, he held up the wine and pronounced it his blood. Vampires and zombies are coming out of the woodwork these days. Most popular topic by far.
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