Yuppie Dracula - Smokey Bastard

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