The Midnight Monster Mixer

INTRO
(Bass-heavy walking line with muted surf guitar and finger snaps)
(Spoken-word with a smooth, low baritone chuckle)
Down beneath the city street, past the iron gate…
The clock strikes twelve, and the monsters don't wait.
​[VERSE 1]
Well, the door swung wide at the Velvet Crypt,
A velvet cloak and a gin tap dripped.
Count Dracula ordered a bloody-red brew,
Complaining that the sunlight was way overdue.
Then a werewolf strutted with his collars popped high,
Checking on his reflection with a heavy-set sigh,
Said, "The full moon's rough, and my barber cost a fortune,
I need a quiet night with a little sweet distortion!"
​[CHORUS]
At the Midnight Monster Mixer, everybody unwind,
Leave your pitchfork troubles and your torches behind!
We got swamp-thing swagger and a skeleton beat,
The Midnight Monster Mixer on a dark dead end street!
​[VERSE 2]
Then the back door rattled with a dripping splash,
The Creature from the Black Lagoon made a bash!
In his scales and moss, stepping out of the slime,
Shaking murky river water to the rhythm and time.
He ordered fish and chips with an extra salted rim,
Said, "The murky deep is fine, but I was up for a swim—
Found this cat-club swinging, thought I’d take the floor!"
And he did a muddy twist right by the door!
​[CHORUS]
At the Midnight Monster Mixer, everybody unwind,
Leave your pitchfork troubles and your torches behind!
We got swamp-thing swagger and a skeleton beat,
The Midnight Monster Mixer on a dark dead end street!
​[BRIDGE]
(Tempo holds steady, syncopated drum breaks and organ solos)
The Gorgon's at the mirror, fixing up her hair,
The Mummy tried to dance, lost a bandage on a chair!
Frankenstein’s monster hit the jukebox button hard,
And the whole room jumped in the shadowy yard!
​[GUITAR & HORN BREAK]
(15-second retro swing rockabilly solo)
​[CHORUS]
At the Midnight Monster Mixer, everybody unwind,
Leave your pitchfork troubles and your torches behind!
We got swamp-thing swagger and a skeleton beat,
The Midnight Monster Mixer on a dark dead end street!
​[OUTRO]
(Saxophone flourish with heavy bass walking down)
Yeah, the Creature’s still dancing…
Drac’s calling last call…
See you next century, y’all!
(Fade out with a classic baritone laughter and organ chord)