It's Beginning To Look a Lot Like Zombies

We wish you an undead Christmas;

We wish you an undead Christmas while we chew off your ear.

Zombie virus we bring to you and your kin;

We’ll eat brains for Christmas and through the New Year.

Oh, bring us a hippocampus;

Oh, bring us a hippocampus;

Oh, bring us a hippocampus and a cup of root beer.

We won’t go until we eat you;

We won’t go until we eat you;

We won’t go until we eat you, so come on out here.

Chorus

SMASH THEIR HEADS WITH A ROCK

Sung to the tune of “Jingle Bell Rock”

Zombies yell, Undead smell, heads smashed with rocks,

Human guts swing, and hear them all scream,

Snarling and growling as the humans all run—

Now the Zombie hop has begun.

Zombies yell, undead smell, heads smashed with rocks,

Jingle bells chime in Zombie hell time.

Dancing and prancing, Zombies beware;

They’re in the frosty air.

What a virus! It’s inside us.

They’ll eat our brains all day.

Virus time is a swell time

To get the hell out of here any old way.

Giddy-up jingle horse, pick up your feet,

Zombies are on our block.

Mix and a-mingle with their shuffling feet.

Here the Zombies yell,

We’re in undead hell.

Smash their heads with a rock!

RUDOLPH, THE ZOMBIE REINDEER

Sung to the tune of “Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer”

He ate Dasher, then Dancer,

Then Prancer and Vixen.

He downed Comet and Cupid

And Donner and Blitzen.

Yes, he ate them all, the most

Famous undead reindeer of all:

Rudolph, the Zombie reindeer,

Caught the virus through his nose.

And if you ever saw him,

You would even say he’s gross.

All of the other reindeer

Tried real hard to get away.

But they didn’t count on Rudolph

Eating them anyway.

Then one foggy Christmas Eve,

Santa came to say:

“Rudolph, with your Zombie blight,

Who’s gonna pull my sleigh tonight?”

Rudolph instead just ate him,

Munching Santa’s brain with glee,

Rudolph, the Zombie reindeer,

You changed Christmas history!

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS TO BE A ZOMBIE

Sung to the tune of “All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth”

Every body pauses and stares at me,

I’m a pile of rotting flesh as you can see.

It looks like a virus caused this catastrophe!

But my one wish on Christmas Eve is to be a Zombie!

All I’ll eat for Christmas

Is your frontal lobe,

Your frontal lobe,

With my two front teeth!

Gee, if I could only

Eat your frontal lobe,

Then more Zombies would spread around the globe.

It seems so long since I’ve been undead;

Sister Susie’s a rotting hag!

Gosh oh gee, how happy I’d be,

If only there were more brains to be had!