The Little Old Lady From Transylvania
The Ghouls Lyrics


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It's the little old lady from Transylvania

I'm the little old lady from Transylvania
Go Natasha go Natasha go Natasha go
I'm known from London to Pennsylvania
Go Natasha go Natasha go Natasha go

I drive dirt tracks through the mud
I guess you might say racing's in my blood
It's the little old lady from Transylvania

I can shut down Bela and Boris too
Go Natasha go Natasha go Natasha go
My fuel injection is witches' brew
Go Natasha go Natasha go Natasha go

My car's painted bright poison apple red
With pipes loud enough to wake up the dead
It's the little old lady from Transylvania

Oh my I drive real fast and i'm really hip
I'm the sweetheart of the vampire crypt
When the moon is full i go kinda hairy
Making trial runs through the cemetery

I'm the little old lady from Transylvania
Go Natasha go Natasha go Natasha go
I'm known from London to Pennsylvania
Go Natasha go Natasha go Natasha go

I drive dirt tracks through the mud




I guess you might say racing's in my blood
It's the little old lady from Transylvania

Overall Meaning

The Ghouls’ song, “The Little Old Lady from Transylvania,” is a fun and playful tribute to a fictional character who is known for her love of race car driving and unique style. The song follows the little old lady as she travels from London to Pennsylvania, racing her car on dirt tracks and showing off her impressive driving skills. The lyrics are filled with clever metaphors and references to classic horror films, including mentions of Bela and Boris, witches’ brew, and the vampire crypt. The little old lady is portrayed as a strong and independent woman who is not afraid to take risks and pursue her passions.


The song is clearly meant to be lighthearted and entertaining, but there is also an underlying message about the power of perseverance and determination. Despite her age and unconventional interests, the little old lady refuses to let anyone hold her back or tell her what she can or cannot do. Instead, she embraces her unique identity and pursues her dreams with courage and confidence.


Overall, “The Little Old Lady from Transylvania” is a catchy and amusing song that celebrates individuality and the spirit of adventure. It reminds us to embrace our passions and live life to the fullest, no matter how unusual or unexpected our interests may be.


Line by Line Meaning

It's the little old lady from Transylvania
I am the small and aged woman originating from Transylvania


Go Natasha go Natasha go Natasha go
Encouragement for Natasha to proceed with the following racing performances


I'm known from London to Pennsylvania
My reputation extends from London in England to Pennsylvania in the United States


I drive dirt tracks through the mud
I traverse unpaved tracks with my vehicle through wet soil


I guess you might say racing's in my blood
I am inclined towards car racing as a skill passed down in my family or as a passion I have developed


It's the little old lady from Transylvania
I am still that small and aged woman hailing from Transylvania


I can shut down Bela and Boris too
I can surpass the driving ability of Bela and Boris, who are popularly known for being adept at car racing


My fuel injection is witches' brew
The liquid I use to power my engine is brewed by witches like me


My car's painted bright poison apple red
My automobile's color is a vivid shade of red resembling the color of a deadly apple


With pipes loud enough to wake up the dead
The exhaust mechanism of my car is designed to produce a sound that can rouse the deceased from their sleep


It's the little old lady from Transylvania
I am still the same old woman who happens to hail from Transylvania


Oh my I drive real fast and i'm really hip
I drive with promptness and agility, and I am quite fashionable


I'm the sweetheart of the vampire crypt
I am the most beloved individual in the place where vampires are interred


When the moon is full i go kinda hairy
During full moons, I undergo changes in my form where my hair becomes rougher


Making trial runs through the cemetery
I practice driving skills by navigating through graveyards




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