I’m so glad I’m so Vlad, I’m Vlad, I’m glad I’m Vlad.
You’ll be sad, oh so sad when Vlad his fill has had.

I know just what to do:
To go out there and chew
The necks of folks like you.

I bite and what’s seeping
Comes after the gloaming.
I bite and I’m drying out you.

I’m undead, I’m undead, undead, undead, undead.
You should dread the undead; you must dread the undead.

At nighttime I’m creeping;
When I strike, you’re moaning,
The gore foaming out of you.

And I’ll have made of you
A being who will chew
Necks just till morning dew.

You’re undead, you’re undead, undead, undead, undead.
You’ll have bled, fangs bright red—night dread, bright read, bite bled.