Yuppie Dracula

When the city casts its shadows in the pale light of the moon
 And the creeps creep in their jack wills' slacks from neon-fronted tombs
 You'll feel the cold air at your back and know that he's there
 Laboured are the passes made by stout unfinished youths
 At uninterested ladies whom they'd so love to abuse
 And in their wake to stake his claim you know he'll be there
 Stay calm
 Bolt your doors, remain calm
 It's yuppie dracula
 As scarlet as this hue pervades these rat-infested dumps
 Are his twinkling eyes soaked in the fires of lechery and lust
 Always watching for the next poor soul he'll catch unaware
 All for the harlots, turned-up collars, oversized and overprices
 Pinstriped, perfumed, paying through the nose in wine bars where the ladies wait in line
 And in the morning light he'll cease to be there.
 Stay calm
 Bolt your doors, remain calm
 This is not a nightmare, remain calm
 It's yuppie dracula
 Farewell the drunken, buxom maidens laden with vermouth
 For whom the liquor may prove hinderance to fidelity and truth
 When the pratfall and the gutter call you know he'll be there
 Stay calm
 Bolt your doors, remain calm
 This is not a nightmare, remain calm
 It's yuppie dracula