| Well down at the swamp there’s a place I know
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| Where you loose your mind, you go out of control
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| You’ll find every demon, every specture or ghoul
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| That meet once a year for the swamp club ball
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| Well there’s a track cruiser grooving from a side to side
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| Grooving with a devil who can wriggle and ride
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| There’s a spaced out jackal doing the shimmy and shake
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| At the swamp club ball, welcome to the snake
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| You can’t help but moving you can feel it inside
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| You can’t tell if your dead or alive
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| You meet spectures and demons of every size
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| Go down to the swamp, you won’t believe your eyes
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| There’s a twelve foot mother grooving next to me
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| He put me on his shoulder so that I could see
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| Then the groover took hold and lost his mind
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| So groove from the front groove from behind
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| As soon as he spoke I went out of control
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| I jumped on a zombie who had lost his soul
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| A big fat momma dressed in leather and lace
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| Crawled on my back and then she sat on my face
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| You can’t help but moving, you got to feel it inside
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| You can’t tell if your dead or alive
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| You meet spectures and demons of every size
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| Go down to the swamp, you won’t believe your eyes
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| Well I got up to my feet and to my surprise
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| I was a moving with a giezure who was twice a my size
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| He was a foxed faced daddy with a groove like mine
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| I said sorry what you said-- I’m Frankenstein"
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| Well at first he was jumping from a head to toe
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| Grooving to the beat of a devil´s soul
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| My head was spinning it was hard to breath
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| Then up jumped drac and said «time to leave»
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| You know you should be there, you know you should go
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| The swamp is a wild place I know
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| You meet spectures and vampires, of every size
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| Down at the swamp you won’t believe your eyes |