Death By Garlic/Boxing Square.
"My steak tastes like blood!"
I heard the customer say
"That's 'cause Dracula's working in the kitchen today"
The menu was vast, and you could pay by cheque
And if you didnt like the food he'd bite your neck
Bite your neck
He was out at night, and he gave a fright
Because he's have to go home before the sun's first light
He liked the job and he'd go home in the day
'Cause at the first tough his skin would just waste away
He couldn't see his reflection, but he didn't care
And the way he handled crosses captured many a stare
There were no stakes through his heart, just on the plate
He'd just fly to work if he was late
But one day, his world would shatter
As he made up the night's seafood platter
The prawns were set, but he didn't know
They were garlic! Oh no! He had to go!
Crazy Dracula, when will you learn
Garlic is not a toy
Silly boy.
Muerte por Ajo/Plaza de Boxeo
Mi filete sabe a sangre!
Escuché al cliente decir
Eso es porque Drácula está trabajando en la cocina hoy
El menú era vasto, y podías pagar con cheque
Y si no te gustaba la comida, te mordía el cuello
Mordía tu cuello
Salía de noche, y daba miedo
Porque tenía que irse a casa antes de la primera luz del sol
Le gustaba el trabajo y se iba a casa de día
Porque al primer toque su piel simplemente se desvanecería
No podía ver su reflejo, pero no le importaba
Y la forma en que manejaba cruces capturaba muchas miradas
No había estacas en su corazón, solo en el plato
Simplemente volaba al trabajo si llegaba tarde
Pero un día, su mundo se desmoronaría
Mientras preparaba el plato de mariscos de la noche
Los camarones estaban listos, pero él no sabía
Eran ¡ajo! ¡Oh no! ¡Tenía que irse!
Loco Drácula, ¿cuándo aprenderás?
El ajo no es un juguete
Tonto chico.