Joe Pesci's in your closet
And he's licking his gold teeth
Untucking his dagger
He's unveiling disaster
You know that you can run but he's faster
Trench coat a true action bastard
Joe Pesci, I'm your biggest fan
Won't you please take me first

Joe Pesci's in your kitchen
And he's making an omelet
And he's swinging his mallet
While he's tossing your salad
And when you look in the mirror
You know he's staring back atcha
Joe Pesci feels nothing when he's
Snatching
Snatching
Snatching
Snatching

You wake up in his back seat
To the stench of rotting meat
Fresh Catch
Your next
Not again, not again
Not again, not again
Joe Pesci you son of a bitch
How did you get in here anyway?
Not again, not again
Not again, not again
Not again, not again
Not again, not again

Vincent Price is in your crawl space
And he's twisting his mustache
Picking out your grave plot
And going through your garbage
He's pickled his eyebrows
In your souring rubbish
Vincent Price my god
How your eyes glow inside my closet

You come to and your body's numb
Vincent Price is sucking your thumbs
Oh no!
Now he wants to shave your legs
You get that creepy ass mustache away from me Vincent
Not again, not again
Not again, not again
Not again, not again
Not again, not again