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The (new) Chupacabra Song
by Ron Schnell (ronnie@driver-aces.com)
(Sung to the tune of Copacabana)

Copyright (C) 1996 by Ron Schnell
Permission granted to distribute freely so long as the author's name remains attached.

His name is Chupa, the Chupacabra,
With ugly spikeys in his hair and a spine exposed to air.
He don't merengue, don't do no cha-cha,
But it's the thing he does the best, That most people do detest.
He does it all night long, just listen to my song.
One day a goat will be walking by,
Next he's awfully dry.

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 strikes at night.

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.
Once he went hunting, hunting those cabras,
But when he moved in for the kill,
Then he felt a sudden chill,
There she was, so refined, he took her, wined and dined.
Her name was Gretta the old vampyress,
She was quite a find.

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 lost his blood.



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