Zombie Funerals
Dead zombies laying out
On a big cold bed,
Laughing inside so not really dead,
Piled up high as high can go,
Put on a really spectacular show.
Vampires dancing and biting necks,
Having lots of fun with a little sex,
Werewolves howling at the big bad moon,
As the dead rise up from their smelly room.
The joint’s really jumping as the music plays,
Gett’n down and funky, ‘tis the zombie craze.
Fun, fun, fun, until the daylight blooms,
When vampires go home
To their musty old tombs,
The party’s over, but not for zombies.
They can go on and on and on and on.
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