Heard about those zombies
And I've seen the tv shows
Some rumors goin' 'round
That they've been seen in town
But I thought what baloney,
There are no such things out there..
Just fluffed it off as weird attempts to scare
Yet, now some crazy zaniness
Has shown itself to me..
No more a blur, it did occur..
They are reality..

Oh, I met a zombie
Down at Abercrombie
And Fitch, there, in old New York
Asked, "How ya' doin"
He said, chompin', chewin'
"Just came from that club, The Stork"
Bummy and battered,
All rotted and tattered,
Informed me he's here for clothes
Now all decked out in new threads
He sure turned some quick heads
As out of the store he goes..

I watched from the front glass
No more an old rot ass
He hails down a taxicab
Large crowds are all staring,
He's no longer scaring,
I can hear 'em buzz and blab
It gives new battage
To that old time adage,
Clothes can make a man - from dork
The proof was that creepy zombie
Down at Abercrombie,
And Fitch, there, in old New York