I'm a four-legged zombie on a two-step dance floor   I'd double down your money honey if you know what's good for you      Vampire won't go far   Sucking the life out of the party   Werewoolf has no chance   Cause Mr. Werewoolf has no pants      Since 1968 I've been the Number One   Champ at the Monster Dance Party      Lurch left, neck spasm   Dead stare right at 'em   Drag leg, knash teeth   On flesh we feed      I can never lose   While I wear four shoes      I'm the undead quadruped   I could paint the town blood   Ready, set, better step   Back or you could lose your      Headstart, you need it   Clumsy mummy, poke you in the   I could cut a rug until it's   Bleeding through the ceiling      Bombs overhead, put your face on, ladies   They'll take you home tonight   Bombs overhead, paint your face by numbers   They'll never run away