You'll End Up Looking Like the Scary Bitches

Walking down the street all dressed in black

Like an undertaker in your top hat

You had a good education and all of that

And this is how you pay us back!

You look like a vampire ready for the slaughter

Are you our child or Dracula's daughter?

You don't do nothing to respect our wishes

You'll end up looking like the Scary Bitches

Long black dress made of satin and lace

Half a ton of makeup on your face

Big black boots, eyes like a cat

No son of mine's going out dressed like that!

You look like a vampire ready for the slaughter

Are you our child or Dracula's daughter?

You don't do nothing to respect our wishes

You'll end up looking like the Scary Bitches!

Me and your father are going 'round the bend

We're sick with worry 'bout how it's gonna end

You'll be wandering 'round the countryside sleeping in ditches

Riding motorcycles and hanging out with witches

Your other mode of dress is even more bizarre

Gothing about like a cyber-tart

I don't know which is worse, the "Vampire Trog"

Or the "transvestite robot from the planet Zog"

You look like a vampire ready for the slaughter

Are you our child or Dracula's daughter?

You don't do nothing to respect our wishes

You'll end up looking like the Scary Bitches!