Come with Me to Transylvania

Lovely hair, isn't it my dear? Rain beating on the granite? The smell of the fresh dog earth and the withered flowers. Uncanny, but I have a feeling you and I were meant to share all this.

Here, take my hand. Come with me, come with me. Come with me to trial, Sylvania. You'll like it there. You're a grand entranced sylvania, cobwebs in your hair. We'll hear the wholes at even time.

We'll have our coffins side by side. When we arise, we feel such pride to be home, to be home. You like the folks in Transylvania. They're just your kind. You feel at home among the mummies and the frankenstines One hundred years you'll share with me, or maybe two Or even three I know the way to try and live in your come my dear with me

In every way my dear Transylvania's the real you Somehow life there moves at the same pace But not on its door On the contrary, some nights it's positively festive! You will see the weirwolves changing shape Skeleton's dance and creek and scrape You may see King Kong growing ape as a rule He's real cool

Later on in Transylvania If we're alone, maybe we can learn to build a monster of our own. Supporting you will not be hard. I've got a vampire, a Uralian card, who comes with me to Transylvania.

Come, my dear, with me. Ah, here, take my cake. It'll keep your sweet little neck nice and warm.