SPIKE: No, Buffy, it cannot be. I don't think much of our profession, but, contrasted with mortality, it is comparatively honest. No, Buffy, I shall live and die a Vampire King.
(Up music, as THE VAMPIRE CHORUS enters from crypts and sewers and cellars and dumpsters, various)
THE VAMPIRE CHORUS: Oh, better far to live and die…
SPIKE: Oh, better far to live and die
Under the Sunnydale crypt I lie,
Than play a sanctimonious part With a Vampire head and a Vampire heart.
Away to the LA world go you, Where Vampires all are well-to-do;
But I'll be true to the song I sing,
And live and die a Vampire King. For I am a Vampire King! And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Vampire King! For I am a Vampire King!
VAMPIRE CHORUS: You are! Hurrah for the Vampire King!
SPIKE: And it is, it is a glorious thing To be a Vampire King.
VAMPIRE CHORUS: It is! Hurrah for the Vampire King! Hurrah for the Vampire King!
SPIKE: When I saunter forth to seek my prey
I help myself in a sanuine way. I bite a few more
necks, it's true,
Than a well-bred monarch ought to do;
But many a Mayor with an occult tome,
If he wants a snake to call his own,
Must manage somehow to get
through
More dirty work than e'er I do, For I am a Vampire King!
And it is, it is a glorious thing
To be a Vampire King!
For I am a Vampire King! VAMPIRE CHORUS: You are! Hurrah for the Vampire King!
SPIKE: And it is, it is a glorious thing To be a Vampire King.
VAMPIRE CHORUS: It is! Hurrah for the
Vampire King!
