Lyrics

Are you a vampire, Melvin Laird? Are you a vampire? Are you caught in the Transylvanian tranvestite timetrap, Melvin Laird? "Honk, honk," with the geese of Canada "Quack, quack," with the ducks of derision Late at night, when the moon is full Do you creep from the crypt and flip from throat to throat, Melvin Laird? 'Cause I saw you grinning with a drool-ah dripping on the TV screen Testifying with your vacant voice for the ABM machine I could swear I saw two fangs touching the microphone So I carrying my wafer, I'm carrying my cross Just in case I find you breathing down my neck In the silent halls of Congress, Melvin Laird Are you a vampire, Melvin Laird? Are you a vampire? Are you caught in the Transylvanian tranvestite timetrap, Melvin Laird? Are you caught in the Transylvanian tranvestite timetrap, Melvin Laird? Oh, "Honk, honk," with the geese of Canada "Quack, quack," go the ducks of derision You may want to set the world aflame You may want to worship death So why don't you go and shatter mirrors In some other universe And take along your pushy, violent, death-set missile friends And leave the earthlings be So long, Melvin Laird I'll see yer' later So long, Melvin Laird I'll see yer' later So long, Melvin Laird I'll see yer' later So long, Melvin Laird I'll see yer' later So long