WITH SPIKE AND JIMMY
"Come see the vampires of New York, Come lose your mind in Central Park, But Don't leave your soul behind.
Come take in 8th street after dark, such peculiar people you'll remark, you might even see a murder.
And all the whores on Bleecker they wear a blissful grin, Caused by the drugs they take, to relieve them of their sins.
And "Oh lord I think she's dying" I heard somebody say, I think she dying , And "Oh lord I think she's dying" Jimmy sang
"Ok could you quit singing Jimmy?" Spike asked agitatedly
"Or maybe she's already dead and maybe she's gone to Mars
Maybe we could even write her Epitaph in the stars
It'd say "If you go away from here....if you go a million miles...
Come downtown to see them go into the den of the vampires of New York
But please watch your step as your getting off kids!" Jimmy continued
"Could you bloody stop!!!" Spike screamed
"But I need to sing it, cause we be in New York city of EVIL!" Jimmy said childishly
Spike sighed and said "Sometimes I wonder HOW IN THE WORLD I'm related to you. You're such an idiot!"
"I LOVE YOU SPIKE!" Jimmy blurted out
Spike backed away about ten feet and then said,"you stay away from me, and lets get this mission over with."
"So what do we do?" Jimmy asked, now trying to make up for his disturbing singing
"We got to go see an old friend, maybe he could help us with our primate problem," Spike said as he walked toward the bus stop.
"Who's that?" Jimmy asked.
"Oh you'll find out soon enough," Spike said with a grin.
(A.N. Song is @ Marcy Playground...not me)