Now there's a 32 hertz around our town, but you'll only see it when the sun goes down.When there is no moon and things get scary, you'll hear him tack it up in the cemetery.He'll race anyone for a pint of juice, so you better watch out for Dracula's deuce.It's a Boris custom painted metal flake black, and he buries it all, the competition at thetrack.He's top eliminator, and always gets the cup, you better watch out if he says he'll suckyou up.He'll race anyone for a pint of juice, you better watch out for Dracula's deuce.He's rigid, non-stop, and he's all over the tube, he's mechanic, he's the teacher, he'sa type of dude.I can't stand, yeah!He's got a black shoe when it's time for game, he's every race, he's the great undertaking.First gear!Shut up, Fang, it's all right, you can't stand it, how much juice is there in a little Honda?Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha haHe's rigid, non-stop, and he's all over the tube, he's mechanic, he's the teacher, he'sa type of dude.Shut up, Fang!He's got a black shoe when it's time for game, he's every race, he's the great undertaking.He trophies every week down at Forest Lawn, but when the sun comes up, old Drac is gone.The ghouls all dig him and they really crave, when he makes his trophy run and heads forthe grave.He'll race anyone for a pint of juice, you better watch out for Dracula's deuce.Here he comes now, listen to that juice, I can hear it, it's music to my ears.Beautiful Natasha, kiss me on the neck, I love you, I love this race, we're going toeat tonight.Fang, you, me, Forrest, Frankie, Tommy.