Intro (Spooky Narration) (Wind howls, thunder rolls, and creepy organ music swells in the background) Narrator: Hark, ye mortals and monsters of the night! High atop Skull Mountain, the ancient coven of warlocks has gathered around the bubbling cauldron. They search the dark forest for a pure, untouched maiden—a virgin to sacrifice precisely at midnight! Time is running out, and our sweet little vixen realizes... she really needs to fix her little problem, and fast! Hook (Chorus) Oh, midnight is creeping, the warlocks are near, She's a sweet little vixen who’s fresh out of fear. With a heart full of hope and a lips that are missed, Will she find someone special before she gets... sacrificed?! Verse 1 She went out on a Tuesday with a furry young pup, A handsome tall werewolf who just wouldn't grow up. He didn't want romance, he didn't want jaw, He just barked for a tennis ball, tail on the paw! He sprinted right off across the moonlit green lawn, Leaving our poor little vixen all lonely till dawn. Verse 2 Her next date was classy, wrapped up in old gauze, A ancient old mummy ignoring her flaws. He swaddled her tight till she couldn't break free, And tied her right up with a pink ribbon and bow for the spree! She looked like a present, but wrapped up so neat, No goodnight embrace on this spooky dark street. Hook (Chorus) Oh, midnight is creeping, the warlocks are near, She's a sweet little vixen who’s fresh out of fear. With a heart full of hope and a lips that are missed, Will she find someone special before she gets... sacrificed?! Verse 3 Then came Frankenstein, big, clumsy, and green, The sweetest young monster she’d ever yet seen. They sat by the hearth in the damp castle hall, While the autumn rain drummed on the ivy-clad wall. She whispered sweet words as the embers burned higher, But the poor gentle giant was scared to light her fire! Verse 4 At last walked Count Dracula, smooth in his cape, With fangs rather sharp and an elegant shape. He flashed a white smile as he stepped in the mist, And instead of her lips, he just nibbled her wrist! The warlocks are chanting, the clock strikes twelve too, So what's an unkissed little vixen to do? Outro (Spooky Narration) (Clock chimes twelve times, a distant cackle echoes) Narrator: Well, the midnight hour has come and gone, and the coven is packing up their cauldrons. The moon is setting, the bats are flying home, and our little vixen is still entirely unkissed. I have to ask you... what’s a girl gotta do around here to get a proper smooch?
