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    [Line it up [?] baby]   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!