[Chorus] Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler Vlad, Vlad He could have been a sailor 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
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh!
[Verse 1] He stood back, smoked a joint Twenty thousand midgets, yeah they got the point Momma was a hamster Daddy was a sailor Real tough childhood for such a fucking flailer Go!
He could have been a sailor but Whoa He's so glad, he's Vlad
[Chorus] Vlad, Vlad the Impaler Vlad, Vlad His dad was Norman Mailer but he's Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler Vlad, Vlad He could have been a tailor He could have been a whaler He turned out to be a, he turned out to be a
Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh!
[Verse 2] He stood back, smoked a joint Twenty thousand peasants, yeah they got the point Mommy was a hamster Daddy was a sailor Real tough childhood, real tough childhood!
[Bridge] Oh, when he was a boy They sent him to the Turks But you know that they didn't like him Because all the Turks were jerks When Vlad returned home, his wrath For the ancient Turks had spurned But the ancient art of impalement Something that that boy had learned, yeah
Oh, how he learned He learned, they burned Rotisseries of corpses turned Oh, he's so glad He's so glad He's so glad he's Vlad
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