Death by garlic/boxing square.

"My steak tastes like blood!"
I heard the customer say
"That's 'cause Dracula's working in the kitchen today"
The menu was vast, and you could pay by cheque
And if you didnt like the food he'd bite your neck
Bite your neck

He was out at night, and he gave a fright
Because he's have to go home before the sun's first light
He liked the job and he'd go home in the day
'Cause at the first tough his skin would just waste away

He couldn't see his reflection, but he didn't care
And the way he handled crosses captured many a stare
There were no stakes through his heart, just on the plate
He'd just fly to work if he was late

But one day, his world would shatter
As he made up the night's seafood platter
The prawns were set, but he didn't know
They were garlic! Oh no! He had to go!

Crazy Dracula, when will you learn
Garlic is not a toy
Silly boy.