Baby Vampire Boogie
Words by Harold Groot © 1984
TTTO Whiskey in the Jar


      C                            Am
Well, I was born a vampire when my mother she was bitten
    F                             C                      Am
And she seemed so relieved when I blood-drained my first kitten
    C                                  Am
For when she had to nurse me, well, it got a little nippy
    F                         C                      Am
And so she tried a formula of cow's blood mixed with Skippy.


	Chorus (after every verse):
	       G7
	With a flap of leather wings (clap, clap, clap, clap)
	C
	I am a fly-by-night
	F
	I am a fly-by-night
			C       G7     C
		And you can be one too.

  C                               Am
I was a sort of halfbreed, for it wasn't me 'twas bitten
    F                           C              Am
The sun it couldn't kill me, so it seemed only fittin'
     C                                Am
That I'd be sent to school, where I became the teacher's pet
    F                                        C              Am
But when I slipped that leash and chain they found to their regret that

	       G7
	With a flap of leather wings (clap, clap, clap, clap)
	C
	I am a fly-by-night
	F
	I am a fly-by-night
			C       G7     C
		And you can be one too.

  C                                   Am
I finished up my schooling, though we changed schools very often
   F                                 C                 Am
In woodshop I surprised the teach by building my first coffin
  C                            Am
Biology enthralled me, and the circ'latory system
    F                                      C             Am
And when the teach taught typing (blood) I almost coulda kissed him.

	       G7
	With a flap of leather wings (clap, clap, clap, clap)
	C
	I am a fly-by-night
	F
	I am a fly-by-night
			C       G7     C
		And you can be one too.

   C                               Am
My college days were happy, and my knowledge grew extensive
    F                                         C               Am
But cash was short, for rare blood types they get so darned expensive
  C                               Am
I organized a blood drive and got volunteers aplenty
    F                                      C               Am
The Red Cross got fifteen fresh pints each time I siphoned twenty.

	       G7
	With a flap of leather wings (clap, clap, clap, clap)
	C
	I am a fly-by-night
	F
	I am a fly-by-night
			C       G7     C
		And you can be one too.

     C                            Am
Well now I'm out among you, and I run a diet clinic
  F                                    C              Am
I drain away their weight (in blood) until they look anemic
    C                                    Am
But now it's time to leave because there almost was a riot
  F                                    C             Am
Besides you risk your health by living on a high-fat diet.

	       G7
	With a flap of leather wings (clap, clap, clap, clap)
	C
	I am a fly-by-night
	F
	I am a fly-by-night
			C       G7     C
		And you can be one too.