Vlad the Impaler - Gwar

Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler

Vlad, Vlad

He could have been a sailor but he’s

Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler

Vlad, Vlad

He could have been a whaler

Could have been a tailor

He turned out to be Norman Mailer

Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh!

He stepped back and he smoked a joint

Twenty thousand peasants, yeah they got the point

Mommy was a hamster

And his daddy was a jailer

Real tough childhood for such a fucking failure

He’s so glad, he’s Vlad

Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler

Vlad, Vlad

He could have been a sailor but he’s

Vlad, Vlad, Vlad the Impaler

Vlad, Vlad

Could have been a tailor

Could have been a whaler

He turned, he turned, he turned, he turned

Ohh-ohh-ohh-ohh!

Ohh-oh!

Ohh-oh!

Ohh-oh!

Ohh-oh!

Ohhhh!

Vlad

When he was a boy

They sent him to the Turks

But you know they didn’t like him

Because all the Turks were jerks

When Vlad returned home, his wrath

For the ancients had spurned

But the ancient art of impalement

Was something that that boy had learned

(Hah! Hah! Hah!)

Oh, how he learned

(Hah! Hah! Hah!)

He learned, they burned

They burned and burned

(Hah! Hah! Hah!)

Rotisseries of corpses turned

(Hah! Hah! Hah!)

Oh he’s so glad

He’s so glad

He’s so glad he’s Vlad