(Sung to the tune of Gilligan’s Island Theme Song)
Oh Dearest Author of this tale,
A tale of a dreadful curse
It might have worked out for my list
And vampires would be worse
Unfortunately, I’ve got a heavy load,
And I can’t take any more on
Maybe if one of my clients dies
But by then, you’ll probably be gone. By then, you’ll probably be gone.
Your jokes were music to my ears
I nearly swallowed my tongue
If it weren’t for all those other clients….
Darn it… where’s my gun? Darn it… where’s my gun?
I’ve a list of victims now and you’ll be takin their place
Maybe this guy?
No, he’s so hot.
This millionaire or his wife?
The movie star?
The professor! He’s getting canned!
Soon you’ll make my list!!!
Until then… best regards,