Ou a Party, this is just what I need
I’ll bring some stuff to add to the feed


Mothballs and moldy Windsor socks
Lizards eyes and a vial of chicken pox
Wings from nocturnal rodents of flight
A slaughtered pig with apple delight

Calamari all squishy and ripe
Maybe even some rancid tripe
Blood type A, B and O packed in ice
Will make this party special and nice

I will don my cape of black silken thread
And wear a toasty garlic knot on my head
It’s a myth that Vamps don’t like this tasty treat
What we really, really hate is stinky pasty feet

So bring out the Tough Actin Tanactin
And we can get this freaky party crackin
I got some LP’s to put on the old victrola
Starring Dead Elvis and his rock and rolla

We’ll boogie and shake till our old bones fall apart
While dinning on blood from a psychopath’s heart 
Yes this will be a Ball to beat all the others
with all the fine Poetic sisters and brothers   

I Count Gumbula promise to behave
Within this mixed monster’s conclave
The only thing I need someone to define
Is what the heck is a party styled like 69

It seems familiar in my cobwebbed brain
But its been so long its impossible to retain
I better get going as time is running quite thin
Now if I can only find a bathroom to get ready in

 P,S  I just hope its not to expensive You see
         cause everyone seems to mention a Fee