Vincent Price - Zombina & The Skeletones

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 surgeon

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

baby]

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!