There's this guy from West Beloit
He's such a mutton head
He wears black cloaks and eye makeup
To look like he is dead
Never thought it funny
That he hangs down in the streets
Never thought it odd
That he bites everyone he meets
I think Avi is a vampire
I think so
He had a show and called us up
To ask us if we'd play
But his band went on first
And they scared everyone away
Some people say he is for real
And others say he's full
Of junk and that your leg's
The only thing he'd ever pull
He's not your ordinary creep
He's not some crazy psycho freak
And he's not the one who
Haunts you while you sleep
Avi's just a real cool guy
That some misunderstand
'Cuz he knows God and all that stuff
Just falls in with his plan
But he just likes to get a rise
Out of the normal folks
He's just the same as you and me
Under those silly jokes
