The Vampires of New York

Come see the vampires of New York, huh-huh Come lose your mind in Central Park, huh-huh But don't leave your soul behind, oh Come take in 8th Street after dark, huh-huh Such peculiar people you'll remark, huh-huh You might even see a murder, oh And all the whores on Bleecker Street They wear the blissful grin Caused by the drugs they take To relieve them of their sins, oh And oh, oh Lord, I think she's dying I heard somebody say, "I think she's dying" And oh, oh Lord, I think she's dying Or maybe she's already dead and maybe she's gone to Mars Maybe we could even write her epitaph in the stars It'd say, "If you go away from here If you go a million miles Come downtown to see them go Into the den of the vampires of New York, huh-huh But please watch your step as you're getting off, kids"