Vlad The Impaler
[Chorus:]
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the impaler
Vlad, Vlad, He could have been a sailor but he's
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the impaler
Vlad, Vlad, He could have been a
Whaler could have been a Tailor,
He turned out to be Norman Mailer
Whoaaoo
He stepped back and he smoked a joint
Twenty thousand peasants had to get the point
Mommy was a hamster,
Daddy was a jailer
Real tough childhood for such a fucking failure
[chorus]
He's so glad he's Vlad
When he was a boy, they sent him to the Turks
But you know they didn't like him because all the Turks were jerks
When Vlad returned home his wrath for his ancient foe had spurned
But the ancient art of impalement was something that the boy had learned
Oh, how he learned
He learned, they burned and burned and burned
Rotisseries of corpses turned
He's so glad, oh he's so glad he's Vlad
Vlad El Empalador
[Estribillo:]
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad el empalador
Vlad, Vlad, Podría haber sido un marinero pero es
Vlad, Vlad, Vlad el empalador
Vlad, Vlad, Podría haber sido un
Ballenero podría haber sido un Sastre,
Resultó ser Norman Mailer
Whoaaoo
Retrocedió y se fumó un porro
Veinte mil campesinos tuvieron que entender el mensaje
Mamá era un hámster,
Papá era un carcelero
Infancia muy dura para un fracasado de mierda
[estribillo]
Está tan contento de ser Vlad
Cuando era niño, lo enviaron con los turcos
Pero sabes que no le agradaban porque todos los turcos eran unos idiotas
Cuando Vlad regresó a casa, su ira por su antiguo enemigo había crecido
Pero el antiguo arte del empalamiento era algo que el niño había aprendido
Oh, cómo aprendió
Aprendió, quemaron y quemaron y quemaron
Asadores de cadáveres giraban
Está tan contento, oh está tan contento de ser Vlad