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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
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!