| Song | The Awful Truth |
| Artist | Carole King |
| Album | Really Rosie |
| 作词 : | |
| The awful truth concerning me | |
| The creature-feature mystery | |
| Is simply this | |
| In the worst way | |
| I wanna play | |
| Mrs. Dracula | |
| The challenge is tough | |
| But I know | |
| I've got the stuff | |
| To be just spectacular | |
| Can't you see it in lights? | |
| Rosie really meets | |
| DraculaSo close your eyes and visualize | |
| Me in a cape | |
| And fangs in my head | |
| Loving a guy who's mostly dead | |
| I don't see him often' | |
| Cause he sleeps in a coffin | |
| Nothing could be zanier | |
| Than our lives in | |
| Transylvania | |
| We're fabulous one day | |
| And rotten the next | |
| Variety says | |
| Those two must be hexed | |
| At six in the morning | |
| When my sweetie is yawning | |
| I feed all the bats, a mush made of rats | |
| Then I tidy the tomb | |
| Cover all the trap doors | |
| And wash any old blood stains off-a the floors | |
| Don't you see | |
| This juicy part was meant for me? | |
| I got the looks | |
| I got the style | |
| I got bloodshot eyes | |
| And a ghastly smile | |
| It's the dream of my life | |
| To play Dracula's wife | |
| The reviews will all rave | |
| This movie's a whopper | |
| A super show-stopper | |
| And no one can top her | |
| Not RosieDear | |
| Academy, take note | |
| I should get the | |
| Oscar vote | |
| If I don't, | |
| I'll bite your throat | |
| Signin' off now | |
| Quote, unquote |
| zuò cí : | |
| The awful truth concerning me | |
| The creaturefeature mystery | |
| Is simply this | |
| In the worst way | |
| I wanna play | |
| Mrs. Dracula | |
| The challenge is tough | |
| But I know | |
| I' ve got the stuff | |
| To be just spectacular | |
| Can' t you see it in lights? | |
| Rosie really meets | |
| DraculaSo close your eyes and visualize | |
| Me in a cape | |
| And fangs in my head | |
| Loving a guy who' s mostly dead | |
| I don' t see him often' | |
| Cause he sleeps in a coffin | |
| Nothing could be zanier | |
| Than our lives in | |
| Transylvania | |
| We' re fabulous one day | |
| And rotten the next | |
| Variety says | |
| Those two must be hexed | |
| At six in the morning | |
| When my sweetie is yawning | |
| I feed all the bats, a mush made of rats | |
| Then I tidy the tomb | |
| Cover all the trap doors | |
| And wash any old blood stains offa the floors | |
| Don' t you see | |
| This juicy part was meant for me? | |
| I got the looks | |
| I got the style | |
| I got bloodshot eyes | |
| And a ghastly smile | |
| It' s the dream of my life | |
| To play Dracula' s wife | |
| The reviews will all rave | |
| This movie' s a whopper | |
| A super showstopper | |
| And no one can top her | |
| Not RosieDear | |
| Academy, take note | |
| I should get the | |
| Oscar vote | |
| If I don' t, | |
| I' ll bite your throat | |
| Signin' off now | |
| Quote, unquote |