I went on down to Terre Haute with some cash in a little bitty basket,
I dropped a dime and called a friend, we went to buy a casket.
'twas a big old bastard made of wood and lined with scarlet valveteen,
WOuld done old Dracula mighty proud if in it he could be seen.

We tied it to the top of his car, it was an old grey pinto,
then we headed east to Ohio to see what we could get into.
The girls they didn't give us time, the fellows called us foolish,
And some old priest from Kalamazoo told us that we were ghoulish.

Aine- Better late than never. 2 quick verses to the girl I left behind me. If I think of more I'll post them on. Kindest reguards, Neil