Music&Atmosphere (Atmosphere&Music, музыка, music, M&A) :: psychobilly :: Swamp Club Ball :: The Krewmen :: фэндомы

Well down at the swamp there's a place I know
Where you loose your mind, you go out of control
You'll find every demon, every specture or ghoul
That meet once a year for the swamp club ball

Well there's a track cruiser grooving from a side to side
Grooving with a devil who can wriggle and ride
There's a spaced out jackal doing the shimmy and shake
At the swamp club ball, welcome to the snake

You can't help but moving you can feel it inside
You can't tell if your dead or alive
You meet spectures and demons of every size
Go down to the swamp, you won't believe your eyes

There's a twelve foot mother grooving next to me
He put me on his shoulder so that I could see
Then the groover took hold and lost his mind
So groove from the front groove from behind
As soon as he spoke I went out of control
I jumped on a zombie who had lost his soul
A big fat momma dressed in leather and lace
Crawled on my back and then she sat on my face

You can't help but moving, you got to feel it inside
You can't tell if your dead or alive
You meet spectures and demons of every size
Go down to the swamp, you won't believe your eyes

Well I got up to my feet and to my surprise
I was a moving with a giezure who was twice a my size
He was a foxed faced daddy with a groove like mine
I said sorry what you said-- I'm Frankenstein"
Well at first he was jumping from a head to toe
Grooving to the beat of a devil´s soul
My head was spinning it was hard to breath
Then up jumped drac and said "time to leave"

You know you should be there, you know you should go
The swamp is a wild place I know
You meet spectures and vampires, of every size
Down at the swamp you won't believe your eyes