Vincent Price

My Mother and Father were rather mean,
 They Beat me everyday.
 I got tired of discipline,
 So I had to run away.
 Took a bus (took a bus)
 Down to Hollywood's world renowned plastic surgon
 Paid a man to stick a knife in my face
 Make me look like Vincent Price
 I met a man who told me
 If I learn to do the voice
 He could get me plenty work
 As a Vincent look-a-like
 When I die, bury me
 In a coffin that's fur lined
 Black suit and a pencil mustache
 Just like Vincent Price
 Did you see that movie
 That was shot in black and white
 Except for the blood
 That had all been colored right
 How did they do that
 I mean don't you think it's weird
 Hold that thought a second
 My agents calling me
 It's a birthday party
 They don't want a clown
 They want
 Vincent
 Price!