Don’t you dare laugh as your boat sails by The Cancelvanian coast where the locals died I would know, as I’m one of that host A murderous, lycanthrope ghost Of our rightful frightful land To seek their free speech, the monsters came. The night I floated up from the grave Ghastly Mike, the werewolf craved money Consuming Benadryl twas Jesse the Mummy. They professed to be in a band. The Boo Dudes were jamming under contract it seems By Bloody Buddy, an industry fiend Who produced for Scott Joplin after he died And made lots of hits for the Graveyard Guys To please Aiden his evil son And they all worshipped Terry, a clown of great horror. And built blasphemous churches all in his honor Dankenstein, a skeleton, prescribed THC To numb the minds of the clowns devotees And the ritual of bongs was begun Dracula’s coughing sickly and sad And lives with his brother, boo dude’s own Tad Gary the Gillperson swam to the island He plays with the kitties and commits acts of violence Apparently they’re also a drummer. I’m but a specter, Rongwulf by name Bong water seeping into my grave A plot by Dankenstein and also by Terry To make Cancelvania a little more scary I don’t think any plot could be dumber

Werewolf is comin up through the fog Werewolf is coming up through the fog Hear him howling like a big ass dog Ghastly Mike’s got a creepy creepy song All the ghoulies mashin to the werewolf jam All the ghoulies mashin to the werewolf jam Makin lots of money for the wolf man Dankenstein is smoking from a tin can mummy man Demands a band To get revenge Fright rock Boo dudes stock it hot. Burning pot. To kill off the poison in it. He…lives Forever more Drunk on gore and weed pills and alcohol Hey bloody buddy can you spare a dime Hey bloody buddy can you spare a dime A contract before him lay there to sign Dost Thou Want infernal credit lines He said Howl for me wolfie in the microphone Gonna make a lotta money with your spooky songs Aiden is my demon spawn Bloody bucks for ska songs Give a dog a loan And he’s gonna buy a bone Listen to the message of the ancient tome Horrifying high APR awaits any werewolf with a credit card Ghastly Mike wailing in the night It’s just Ghastly Mike wailing in the night Never got a copywrite For the songs he was a howlin in the moonlight Shamefully drunk and waiting on a check Pissing himself and looking like a wreck No one will cash his personal check an American Werewolf in debt

I've heard living ain't easy I thought I'd have the time of my life when I got myself a crypt and embalmed with a real sharp knife Now my grave's being robbed, they're taking my stuff How can I make it to the stars? Archaeologist goons, I can't rest in my tomb Where are my canopic jars? An entity helped me, to find my path A journey on the Milky Way It's kinda sticky, might be something else I think it's best if I do not stay I wanna play bass in a band And be like the Graveyard Guys But I need a guitarist to join me in Hell Guess I'm waiting for one to die Living ain't easy when you're dead I've haunted so many homes, I've nearly lost my head (again) I have winged friends with big red eyes They take me on a journey through Hell when I died Living ain't easy when you're dead Living ain't easy when you're dead I've haunted so many homes, I've nearly lost my head (again) A biblical angel covered in eyes He made a list and he's checkin' it twice Living ain't easy when you're dead

Along came a man He was full of skeletons He said he was a doctor by trade He had a dubious past and a chilling kinda laugh When I ask him why you fuckin with a grave I’m gonna dig em up Cause Science needs me To do some stuff For the Illuminati I’m torturing corpses Gonna see what happens And that’s all you do when you do science Desecrate a corpse Desecrate a corpse for science Dankenstein is out to tonight Dankenstein is getting high with dead guys He heard of a band Who puffed a reefer and was dead Just as soon as they got upon the stage It was ‘82, so their bodies turned to goo In which their skeletons were floating in the grave I’m gonna dig em up I’m gonna smoke em out Gonna build a band Gonna scream and shout Moshing the monsters The graveyard guys Have come to life Doctor dankenstein You’re the real daddy of the graveyard guys Dankenstein dankenstein With weed and science everybody dies

Evil science in a lab Synthesizing THC Rip a hole in time and space Summoning the entity. Plan 9 from Delta 8 Entity from the other place He’s sees you when you’re smoking weed He’s coming from the other place. Every single Halloween He’s cumming star seed in your face. If you see the boo dudes You got cum in your eye (The entity is coming in your brain)

There was a boy Had all the toys because When he was mad weird things occurred Telepathic Super tragic Make him mad and Aiden kills again Daddy was rich Mom was a witch who cursed him He never could be satisfied Eerie brainwaves Filling your grave Aiden loves to see you dead

Call my chick the night cause that bitch was dark and spooky Addams Family is my gang creepy and they’re kooky. Scooby and his fuckin gang pull up on these ghost. 600 rounds for shaggy and these hoes Dracula sleeps in a coffin And weeps for the family who loved him Gary the Gillman is drawed in And pitied the vampire shut in Drew blood to consume But was imbued with the toxins of weed hash Blew 122 when he was caught by the cops in a speed trap Gary Gillperson Im hear an Im curisn An constanly balem 4 a slaughter Amazin tha massis Im huffin them grasses An spitin my fire in watter Dracula hittin me backula Says thad he spot me five on my nex dub sak Liv unner water but not gonna hole my breath Cuz hes got bills 2 pay, missin his bak tax Dracula needs a ride to the store Dracula needs a ride to the store The Dragula drippin with the suicide door The count can’t drive need a ride to the store Dracula’s a bat but don’t call the homie slugger Dracula to fat to fly, he can only hover. Diabetic drug supply trapping out the casket. Gary come up to the crib with an Easter basket. Whats at tha stor thad u need so bad Tha ur comin at me lik the Devil Prolly some hunny buns u had They mess wif ur blood suger level Chillin a home an feelin alone Is no resin 2 go on a drive Lost drivin privvililsges racin thru villiges Takeing th poor pesants lifes Hypnotise cops, batty got opps Suckin these junkies in gutters Let him detox. A coffin is locked By Draculas own baby brother Drac cot me slippen n jacked my keys I tole him 2 go bak 2 Hell Cuz i need my boat Ive got a d8 wit a shorty name Ariel Hey my name is Gary I like to pet with kitties. Boy I like to pet kitties underwater and I like to bounce them. Take a kitty with you and you can live with it underwater. Take it with you and it will purr and it will stop purring after a little while, When you take it underwater and when you bounce it. With you, you can live with kitties underwater all day long.

My name is Gary I like things that are scary Like a kitty to kiss and is hairy You can pet it, and love it, and bounce it, And pet it, and love it, and bounce it, And bounce it, and bounce it, and bounce it AND BOUNCE IT, AND BOUNCE IT, Until it stops moving But I'll tell you a cool thing You can go to the ground of the Micmac You can get your kitty kat back! Right here on my sleepaway camp There's a burial ground where the soil is damp Dig it up, and put in indigenous burial ground Put in a kitty, and YOU GET YOUR KITTY! Then take it to the underwater! Take kitties underwater to live with you!

The night is stormy and dark Full moon is gonna make me bark The creeps come out and we mash Smell the stench of rotting hash Are you afraid of the narc He wanders up from the fog He was very badly embalmed He’ll always snitch on a witch Who’s smoking weed from a ditch Are you afraid of the narc?

They took the headies from hades Hotboxing graves to raise the dead Wolfman singing of freedom “Lay down your bong” is what he said. See Dro compels you Overwhelms you and makes you kill again De-hemption song. De-hemption song In a moment of weakness Injecting nug the Wolfman cries The Wolfman now has the munchies Consuming flesh of mummy kind Dro compels you Overwhelms you and makes you kill again De-hemption song. De-hemption song He gave up huffing the hemp fume The weed asylum set him straight But then again on a full moon Huff the stuff in Terry’s vape. Hear him howling Hear him growling. detoxing in his cell Dehemption song. Dehemption song.