With the permission of Voltaire himself, here's a ponified take on his song Vampire Club. Rights to the original song are owned by him, as well as its (quite humorous) alternate Twilight version. Check them out sometime, as they're really awesome songs.

Now, before you read the song, know that this is my first time working with song lyrics. As such, there's plenty of room for improvement, and I'll gladly take suggestions on how to do such. Regardless, I hope you get a laugh out of it and find the changes to at least be somewhat clever.

Oh, the moon was full
and the color of blood
the night the bullies came
to the Vampony Club.
One was mute, another dumb, the last one rude,
And they called each other naught but Dude.
Well, they recognized a mare
from their school.
And they said something that was
Most uncool,
“Hey everypony, see who’s sipping her drink?"
Her name's Fluttershy,
And her flying really stinks!"

Fangs were flying, wings were torn.
Hell hath no fury like a Vampony scorned.
Number one rule in this game:
Never call one by their real name.
Manes were pulled, cider mugs were crushed
by raging hooves in a rush.
And Mac at the bar orders a Blud and says,
"Who let those foals in the Vampony Club?"

AB lost a fang in the fillies’ room.
Everypony laughed and called her "Snagglebloom!"
Granny was mad cause she broke her cane
and flushed her false fangs down the drain.
There was so much angst after the fight,
Flash and Twilight broke up that night
while Rarity danced in a puddle of blood
that used to be Prince Blue-EW oh crud!

Fangs were flying, wings were torn.
Hell hath no fury like a Vampony scorned.
Number one rule in this game:
Never call one by their real name.
Manes were pulled, cider mugs were crushed
by raging hooves in a rush
and AJ at the bar orders a Blud and says,
"Get yer sorry hooves outta the Vampony Club!"

Well, it's hard to believe Vamponies are at all around.
And when they hang out it's always upside down.
Paled up coats from hoof to head singing,
"Make no mistake, we aren’t dead!"
Night-walkers are a peaceful sight.
They'd do anything to avoid a fight.
But if you really want to see some gore and blood
look out for some foals at the Vampony Club!

Fangs were flying, wings were torn.
Hell hath no fury like a Vampony scorned.
Number one rule in this game:
Never call one by their real name.
Manes were pulled, cider mugs were crushed
by raging hooves in a rush
and Luna at the bar hoofs out a Blud and yells,
"NO ROUGHOUSING IN MY VAMPONY CLUB!!!"