You'll End Up Looking Like the Scary Bitches

Walking down the street all dressed in black
 Like an undertaker in your top hat
 You had a good education and all of that
 And this is how you pay us back!
 You look like a vampire ready for the slaughter
 Are you our child or Dracula's daughter?
 You don't do nothing to respect our wishes
 You'll end up looking like the Scary Bitches
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 Long black dress made of satin and lace
 Half a ton of makeup on your face
 Big black boots, eyes like a cat
 No son of mine's going out dressed like that!
 You look like a vampire ready for the slaughter
 Are you our child or Dracula's daughter?
 You don't do nothing to respect our wishes
 You'll end up looking like the Scary Bitches!
 Me and your father are going 'round the bend
 We're sick with worry 'bout how it's gonna end
 You'll be wandering 'round the countryside sleeping in ditches
 Riding motorcycles and hanging out with witches
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 Your other mode of dress is even more bizarre
 Gothing about like a cyber-tart
 I don't know which is worse, the "Vampire Trog"
 Or the "transvestite robot from the planet Zog"
 You look like a vampire ready for the slaughter
 Are you our child or Dracula's daughter?
 You don't do nothing to respect our wishes
 You'll end up looking like the Scary Bitches!