There's this guy from West Beloit He's such a mutton head He wears black cloaks and eye makeup To look like he is dead Never thought it funny That he hangs down in the streets Never thought it odd That he bites everyone he meets I think Avi is a vampire I think so He had a show and called us up To ask us if we'd play But his band went on first And they scared everyone away Some people say he is for real And others say he's full Of junk and that your leg's The only thing he'd ever pull He's not your ordinary creep He's not some crazy psycho freak And he's not the one who Haunts you while you sleep Avi's just a real cool guy That some misunderstand 'Cuz he knows God and all that stuff Just falls in with his plan But he just likes to get a rise Out of the normal folks He's just the same as you and me Under those silly jokes