Hunting Vampires Down At The Graveyard

Well the Father and I We looked at the sky And we saw the sun was setting. Though our fate was near, We didn't show our fear, Though inside we both were fretting. It was a foolish job. It was a foolish job. We should have brought a mob! It was a foolish job. Did not hesitate As we entered the gate To the local cemetery. And as we looked around, The sun went down; It was really rather scary. Well, I've got my stake, A couple cloves of garlic. A sharpened stake, Ready to stab anything that moves. In the name of all that's holy, We'll be hunting vampires down at the graveyard. We'll be hunting vampires down at the graveyard. By the light of the moon Discovered the tomb Though the evening mists were swirly. As the crypt we scoped, We sincerely hoped That they hadn't risen early. Well, I've got my stake, A vial of holy water I've got my faith; Hope it's enough with a cross to bear. For the sake of friends and families, We'll be hunting vampires down at the graveyard. We'll be hunting vampires down at the graveyard. MUSICAL INTERLUDE (mit whistling!) It was nobody's fault As we opened the vault And our panic soon was founded. Though our cause was just To make 'em turn to dust We were suddenly surrounded. Now I've got my cape And I'm afraid of crosses I sleep all day Stayin' out of the sun to avoid the burn Just to feed upon the living. We'll be hunting humans down at the graveyard. We'll be hunting humans down at the graveyard. We'll be hunting humans down at the graveyard.