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!