It's Beginning To Look a Lot Like Zombies

In the meadow, we can beg for mercy.

They’ve already eaten Parson Brown.

They’ll come for us next,

And we’ll say, “No man!”

We’re getting’ the hell

Out of this town.

Later on, we’ll perspire,

As we scream, by the fire.

I’ll say we’re afraid

Of the Zombies they’ve made,

Runnin’ through a Zombie wonderland.

GOOD KING WENCESLAS TASTES GREAT

Sung to the tune of “Good King Wenceslas”

Good King Wenceslas tastes great;

We might as well eat Stephen,

When the brains lay round about,

Toasted crisp and bleedin’.

Brightly shown the moon that night,

Though the virus cruel.

When a poor man came in sight,

He made fine undead fuel.

Hither, Zombies chase after her.

Agnes, she is yelling.

Yonder peasant, how she screams,

For her brains they’re a-jelling.

Surely she will try to hide

Underneath the mountain,

Or deep in the forest hence

While Agnes is digestin’.

Bring me flesh, and bring me brains.

Bring me Zombies hither.

Thou and I will see them dine;

They even bite through leather.

Free and screaming, forth they went,

Zombies right behind them,

Through the poor souls’ wild lament.

Bitter brains are better.

HAVE YOURSELF A MEDULLA OBLONGATA

Sung to the tune of “Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas”

Have yourself a medulla oblongata!

Let’s eat something light.

Have you tried,

The hippocampus? It’s out of sight!

Have yourself a medulla oblongata!

Make the Yuletide gray,

From now on,

We’ll just eat frontal lobes all day.

Here we are as in undead days,

Happy golden days of gore.

Flesh and brains are what’s dear to us,

So let’s eat some up, once more.

Through the screams,

We all will eat together,

If the brains allow,

Hang a hypothalamus upon the highest bough,

And have yourself a medulla oblongata now.

HERE COMES ZOMBIE CLAUS

Sung to the tune of “Here Comes Santa Claus”

Here comes Zombie Claus, here comes Zombie Claus,

Right down Zombie Claus Lane!

Vixen and Blitzen and his undead reindeer

are eating all the brains.

Bells are ringing, children screaming;

All is bloody and bright.

Load your shotgun and say your prayers,

’Cause Zombie Claus comes tonight.

Here comes Zombie Claus, here comes Zombie Claus,

Right down Zombie Claus Lane!

He’s got a bag that is filled with brains,

And we don’t know where he’s been.

Hear those sleigh bells jingle-jangle.

What a horrible night.