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 
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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