Dracula Whitbyiensis (The Whitby Dracula)
By the light
Of the silvery moon
By the light
Of the silvery moon
I importune
Pretty maidens, who swoon at what I'm doin'.
Pretty maidens, who swoon at what I'm doin'.
Then off I zoom
to my room with a tomb.
Just popped out for a bite.
Just popped out for a bite.
Did I give you a fright?
I'll be back again soon,
By the light of the moon.
By the light of the moon.
By the light
Of the silvery stars
Of the silvery stars
Outside the graveyard I pause
With someone's throat in my jaws.
(Oh! Let my dentures dent yours!)
(Oh! Let my dentures dent yours!)
Singing this refrain
A drop or two of you will see me through;
Can you lend me a spoon?
What an aristocrat!
Who can guess what I'm at?
(Assault and battery that's what! )
As I flit
Who can guess what I'm at?
(Assault and battery that's what! )
As I flit
Across the moon I'm well lit:
I had a little haemorrhage
I've been keeping in the fridge!
I'm going to croon
By the light of the moon.
c. Mike Absalom 1977
c. Mike Absalom 1977
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