They dismember those with life,
Veins as cold as ice—
Shadows of gals, men,
Their eyes soulless windows.
Biting in the night,
Their tines go into

Gorging, but not during day. . .
Snack on people as buffet,
Sucking out their eyes.
They feast on men and she's
So tender, appetized.
The taste is so snappy.
Those zombies!

Well they taste, fill their face till they're slaking--
Put the "Sue" in soufflé.
Those zombies
Zip their kissers with entrails for taking?
They're feeding--no way!
Those zombies.

On hands and feet they love to dine.
A wok? Outré! Raw lunch is fine!
Gobble a girl who's social-climbing;
She's peerless--without wine.
For mutton, not pining,
Those zombies.

Swell you'll taste, fill their face till they're slaking,
And it's you, the buffet.
Those zombies,
Zip their kissers with hangnails for taking?
They're feeding--no way!
Those zombies.

As they slay, you scream while they're foraging,
Biting on your knees.
Your brains are enthralling
For zombies,

You're their game; what a shame that they're tasting
On you in their buffet.
Those zombies,
Zip their kissers? They'll impale your face 'n'
You're eaten away
By zombies.