In the dead of night walks a zombie from the undead
‘Cause he just wants to attack
It’s all part of my coffin almanac
The Undertaker will tell us to rest in peace
So I sleep behind his back
Yes, yes, yes, it’s my coffin almanac

Every evening, people get together
Without any weather
People eating any fried trout
Want to sit and think the dead about
Because the moon is out

La-la-la-la
Oh, my slept-behind back
Yes, yes, yes, it’s my coffin almanac
La-la-la-la
Oh, my coffin almanac
Yes, yes, yes, it’s my coffin almanac

I watch “Thriller” by Michael Jackson
Mixels on some days, alright
I go to Suffolk when I’m relaxing
Sleeping every night

This is my house, and I’m never gonna leave it
And I’m always gonna stay here
If I live to be ninety-nine
‘Cause all the people alone
Seem to come to my home
And I can’t get away
Because it’s calling me (I may die)
Hear it calling me (I may die)

La-la-la-la
Oh, my coffin anorak
Yes, yes, yes, it’s my coffin almanac
La-la-la-la
Oh, my coffin almanac
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes

Bop, bop, bop, mmm, bop, bop, whoa!
Bop, bop, bop, mmm, bop, bop, whoa!