His name was Pico. He was a farmer. He once had 30 head of goat, now not one darn sheepskin coat, Because the Chupa, he paid a visit. And while our Pico slept in bed, Chup enjoyed much blood-a-red, Pico woke up that day, Did not know what to say, There was blood and some 30 goat heads, He knelt down to pray. He's the Chupa (Chup), the Chupacabra (Chupacabra), His mealtime's a taste of macabre (Yeah?) Yes, the Chupa (Chup), the Chupacabra (Ooh), He sucks goat's blood but he still is my bud, Yes he's the Chupa....He fell in love. Chupa... My Chupacabra... He sucks goat's blood... He still is my bud... His name is Chupa, the Chupacabra, With ugly spikeys in his hair and a spine exposed to air....
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Date: 2006-04-12 02:52 pm (UTC)His name was Pico. He was a farmer.
He once had 30 head of goat, now not one darn sheepskin coat,
Because the Chupa, he paid a visit.
And while our Pico slept in bed, Chup enjoyed much blood-a-red,
Pico woke up that day,
Did not know what to say,
There was blood and some 30 goat heads,
He knelt down to pray. He's the Chupa
(Chup), the Chupacabra (Chupacabra),
His mealtime's a taste of macabre (Yeah?) Yes, the Chupa (Chup), the Chupacabra
(Ooh), He sucks goat's blood but he still is my bud,
Yes he's the Chupa....He fell in love.
Chupa... My Chupacabra... He sucks goat's blood... He still is my bud...
His name is Chupa, the Chupacabra,
With ugly spikeys in his hair and a spine exposed to air....