Transylvania Mania (Fe Vlad the Inhaler)

Oh there's nothing racier Than Transylvania Mania You'll be shakin' your tush 'till it's on fire At the Strictly Come Dancing for vampires You got a special invite Don't worry about us, we don't bite Not much, so don't you fret What's two little holes in the neck You can wear any colour you like So long as it's crimson or black You can send some prominent friends The ones with prominent veins You can bring a dish for the undead But please put a lid on the garlic bread Steaks will do for a start The kind you don't stick in the heart Baby we can make a connection Even though I ain't got no reflection Never accuse me of vanity Just a little bit of insanity... aagh! We do the Charleston, upside down We do the disco, we boogie-on-down We do Flamenco with roses red Between the fangs I said, maximim cred We do the hip-hop thing with medieval bling We do the good old waltz down in the vaults We do the head bang good in the darkest woods We do the Polka, Polka, very very vulgar Oh there's nothing racier Than Transylvania Mania You'll be shakin' your tush 'till it's on fire At the Strictly Come Dancing for vampires Oh there's nothing crazier Than Transylvania Mania You'll be shakin' your tush 'till it's on fire At the Strictly Come Dancing for vampires I told you, right foot to the front Left to the back And your neck much closer than that