I Am A Vamp Of Constant Sorrow

In constant sorrow, through Angel’s days

I am a vamp, of constant sorrow
I’ve seen blood- shed all my days
I, bid farewell, to old Ireland
The place where Darla sucked my face
(The place where he sucked Darla’s face)

Angelus was my name, soon I sired Drusilla
Then that loon sired Spike, the British stud
And the four of us traveled the world as one family
Just like the Bradys if they drank blood
(Just like the Bradys if they drank blood)

For, over 100 years, I was causin trouble
A gypsy’s curse, my soul was found
Remorse in this world, I seek redemption
I have my friends to help me now
(He has his friends to help him now.)

Cordelia thinks, my clothes are gloomy
Perhaps her vision, makes her scorn
But when Gunn, Wesley and Fred help me fight evil
I’ll sing this song, along with Lorne
(We’ll sing this song, along with Lorne)

At Wolf-ram and Hart, all their demon lawyers
Would rule the world if given the chance
So, I’m bound to save, their helpless victims
Now, I’m just weeding out the vamps
(Yeah he’s Joss Whedon out the vamps.)

Grrr! Argh!