My Mummy Drives a Hot Rod
Album: The Haunted Hit Parade
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My mummy drives a hot rod painted candy-apple green
Fastest thing in Egypt that you've ever, ever seen
He wrapped the engine block himself with fourteen thousand feet
Of genuine antique bandages imported from the street
Go, mummy, go!
Rattle and roll
Burning up the highway with a hundred-year-old soul
Go, mummy, go!
Everybody knows
When you hear those tires squealing
Better move your bones
He got a pair of fuzzy dice
Swinging to and fro
A cobra riding shotgun
Saying, ‘Go, man, go!'
The vampires all get jealous
When he cruises into town
'Cause every little monster
Wants to ride another round
Go, mummy, go!
Rattle and roll
Burning up the highway with a hundred-year-old soul
Go, mummy, go!
Everybody knows
When you hear those tires squealing
Better move your bones
Last Halloween he raced a witch from Salem to the lake
She cheated with a flying broom and still couldn't escape
The finish line exploded in a shower of orange sparks
And now his license plate just says ‘KING OF THE DARK'
Go, mummy, go!
Rattle and roll
Burning up the highway with a hundred-year-old soul
Go, mummy, go!
Everybody knows
When you hear that engine roaring
Better move your bones
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