The bottles stood empty all in a row.
The whiskey, the brandy, the wine and the gin
were gone with the beer. Oh, where did they go?
Why was our alcohol gone with the wind?

He came in the night, dressed all in black.
He came to our party, oh how could we tell?
He looked like a mortal, alas and alack!
Our party was crashed by a fiend straight from hell!

That creature of darkness, of nocturnal ooze
He's the reason our liquor is gone!
Count Drunkula came! he sucked up all our booze!
And vanished, like mist, in the dawn.