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 surgon 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 [Line it up [?] 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!