Bobby "Boris" Pickett - Blood Bank Blues Lyrics

I've got the blood bank blues
I didn't pay my dues
They shut me off

I've got the blood bank blues
How could they refuse
To give me a pint or two?

I'm sick and tired of being treated so
All I really need is a little vivo

I've got the blues
Those ol' blood bank blues

When the red corpuscles meet with the white
It makes for a wonderful treat
You can keep your filet and your top of the rump
Blood is just my meat

All these delivery banks
Close in the afternoon
But that is much too soon

But for the vampire's trust
It is a midnight must
When the moon is full and blue
All because it
Must we come after ten?

I've got the blues
Those ol' blood bank blues
Let me in, we-oo
I'm dry as a bone
Go away or I'll show you wings

The reason that my blues didn't start
Boris put a stake in my girl's heart
If I don't get it out before the sun is high
How will I ever fly?

I've really got the shakes
My wing membrane aches
How will I make it tonight?

Who's the boss
Of the local Red Cross?
I'd like to know his name
If he just doesn't give a heck
I'll put the bite to his neck
And lose my blues
Those ol' blood bank blues
(I've got the blood bank blues)
Let me in, we-oo
(I got the blood bank blues)
I'm dry as a bone
We-oo, we-oo
Darling, I said we-oo
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