Is there anybody going to listen to my gory
Tale about the ghoul who came to slay?

He's a biting ghoul who wants his munch
Type A and poury;
You'll regret if you turn away.
A ghoul, ghoul.

When guy sinks in his canines,
You're like larch chewed by beaver.
He'll turn you to meat; he's starved for thigh.
He seeks prom misses to slurp and eat--
Gland, thymus, cleaver.
Quaffs till the last pint and you're bone-dry.
A ghoul, ghoul.

He's the kind of ghoul who hangs around
With friends in ground till evening cool.
When you've taken off your hood
To air your neck, they sunder good
Then drool, drool, drool, drool.
Ghoul, ghouls.

Their breath's cold, wrenching their tongue
Amid the draining pleasure,
They will sunder hands and rip your head.
You'll come back after attack,
A demiurge*, you'll treasure
Swillin' hemal** feasts--you're the undead,
A ghoul, ghoul.


*supernatural being
**bloody