DRAG-ON-LINE THEME
Gay Version
Music & Lyrics: M. Dymitrow © 2001

A: Hi everybody! I'm Anna-Greta,
I'm very good at playing theatre.
Give me a part in any fairy tale...
V: She makes impressions that fail.
Hi everybody! I am Vulgaria,
I know how to sing any difficult aria, they
gave me La Traviata and Madame Butterfly
A: And her audience only asked: Why?

B: We feel mad and we see that you are scared
'Cause you'll regret you've ever dared
Coming to the black mass of Drag-On-Line;
We'll send the creeps down your spine!

V: Hi everybody, I am Vulgaria.
I am a demon, as you noticed earlier,
So all you horny faggots, tonight there'll
be no sex, or I 'll castrate you with an axe!
A: Hi, everybody, I'm Anna-Greta.
I am a witch and you all should know better,
So all you bisexuals with an illegitimate kid...
I'll make a meatloaf of it!

B: We feel mad and we have our PMS,
So when you die, in peace you rest.
It's time to open the Drag-On-Line's gates
While your blood coagulates.

V: Well, it's Anna-Greta,
You'd wish you'd never met her.
You're all part of her assembly
As the rest of her murdered family.
A: Meet my friend Vulgaria -
Just pray if you live in her area;
She's the gift the devil has sent us
And she feeds on lesbian placentas.

V: It's not true, I'd never dare...
I eat their uterus, it's more rare;
And as I've cut up the bodies,
Gretas gets the rest -
Their Bloody Marys are the best!
A: I have tried some of this stuff:
Pretty delicious, subtely rough.
Getting drunk on such nice liquors
is almost a sin...
If vomiting gay haemoglobine.

B: We feel mad and we are hungry too,
Donate your heart to our stew;
We'll give you a show and you'll be fine -
That's all about Drag-On-Line!

A: Hi everybody I'm Anna-Greta,
I'm still the same, though my lips are wetter.
Please be my lover, tempt me till I'm sick
And I will bite off your dick!
V: Hi everybody, I am Vulgaria,
First I will kill ya, then I will wear ya!

This autumn's fashion are dyed gay furs,
Please be my scarf or my purse!

A: Meet my dear co-worker,
She's a mad hose-jerker.
V: Meet my dear companion,
She smells like fish and onion.
A: You've a face of a ghost!
V: I'll eat you with my toast!
A: I'll cook you in a bowl!
V: I'll devour your soul!

A: Well, yes I'm Anna-Greta
And this is my vendetta!
V: And yes I am Vulgaria
And into pieces I'll tear ya!
A: Your witchcraft is a joke!
V: Please, get a line of coke!
A: I will make you my slave!
V: I'll piss on your grave!

B: Well...
We feel great, we are the Superstars,
Queens of all clubs, all pubs, all bars.
All other queens we will disperse
'Cause we do rule Universe.

We are young, 'cause no-one knows our age
And yes, we are fast, at least on stage.
Only for you we try to look fit,
That's why we wear all this shit!