In every job that must be done
There is an element of fun
You find the fun and snap!
The job's a game

And every task you undertake
Becomes a piece of cake
A chop! A slice! It's very clear to see that

A fistful of broomstick keeps the zombies off your property
The zombies off your property
The zombies off your property
Just a fistful of broomstick keeps the zombies off your property
In a most delightful way

A survivor protecting his nest
Has very little time to rest
While gathering his bullets and his guns
Though quite intent in his pursuit
He has a lethal weapon to shoot
He knows a song will move the job along - for

A fistful of broomstick keeps the zombies off your property
The zombies off your property
The zombies off your property
Just a fistful of broomstick keeps the zombies off your property
In a most delightful way

The mutated creatures that fetch the blood
From the houses to the bullets that come out of the anti-zombie survivors' guns
Never tire of ever stalking to and bite
Because they take a little nip
From every human that they bit
And hence (And hence),
They find (They find)
Their task is not a grind.

Ah-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h-h ah!

A Fistful of broomstick keeps the zombies off your property
The zombies off your property
The zombies off your property
Just a fistful of broomstick keeps the zombies off your property
In a most delightful way