Monster Bossa Nova

It's the monster, Passanova. It's the very latest thing, true. It's the fucking power of Pennsylvania. Now all the vampires really speak. It's the favorite bands of every grueling cool and even teenage warlords who are left in school, true.

The monsters gathered around, they all knew, all in the graveyard, just to be that crazy sound. The mashes grew and sourced the twist because the creatures of the night insist on the truth. Oh, it's gotta be that just one quick, quiet really, is intense.

It's even little Dr. Thane can spine. Here up is experiments. I can't figure out just what went wrong. Now my monster goes above the door of an all-night morn. Oh, my gosh. It's got the smoothest rhythm, why it made true one before.

But be careful, or your partner might single fangs into your throne. Then nothing will ever make you part, unless some stray drives a wooden stake into your heart. Hey, thanks to Wolfman and the old Jigsaw woman.

My son, you have the mark on the werewolf on your hand. That's what I'm saying. I thought I told you to wait in the wagon. Call that plan. Remember, when there's life, there's blood. All that's growing right outside, I'm getting sleepy.

Back into the box and close the door. Jinkly. Whoa!