It's Beginning To Look a Lot Like Zombies

If you don’t run, they will feast on you.

UNDEAD CHRISTMAS

Sung to the tune of “Blue Christmas”

I’ll have an undead Christmas without you.

I’ll be so undead, and not thinking about you.

Hanging lots of red brains on a green Christmas tree

Won’t mean a thing if you’re not undead with me.

I’ll have an undead Christmas, that’s certain.

And when that Zombie bites me, I’m hurtin’.

You’ll be running all night, from every Zombie in sight,

And I’ll have an undead, undead Christmas.

IT’S BEGINNING TO LOOK A LOT LIKE ZOMBIES

Sung to the tune of “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas”

It’s beginning to look a lot like Zombies

Everywhere you go.

They’re in the five and ten, eating brains once again,

Faces smeared with blood and all aglow!

It’s beginning to look a lot like Zombies!

They’re in every store!

But the scariest sight to see is the Zombies that will be

At your own front door.

There’s no need for boots, or a pistol that shoots,

Just the brains of Barney and Ben.

Zombies will stalk when you go for your walk,

And they’ll eat Janice and Jen.

And Mom and Dad, already turned, are eating brains again.

It’s beginning to look a lot like Zombies

Everywhere you go.

They’ve stormed the Grand Hotel, and filled the park as well.

They’re hungry and they sure don’t mind the snow!

It’s beginning to look a lot like Zombies!

Blood splattered on the floor!

But the scariest sight to see is the Zombies that will be

At your own front door!

NOTHING LIKE BRAINS FOR THE HOLIDAYS

Sung to the tune of “There’s No Place Like Home for the Holidays”

Oh there’s nothing like brains for the holidays!

No matter how far away you roam,

When you’re hungry for the taste

Of someone else’s face,

For the holidays, you can’t beat

Brains, sweet brains!

I ate a man who lived in Tennessee,

And he was headed for Pennsylvania,

To go eat his mother’s eye.

From Pennsylvania folks are traveling down

To Dixie’s sunny shore.

From Atlantic to Pacific, gee!

The cerebrum tastes terrific!

Oh there’s nothing like brains

For the holidays! ’Cause no matter

How much your own mouth foams,

If you want to be happy in a million ways,

For the holidays, you can’t beat

Brains, sweet brains.

ZOMBIE WONDERLAND

Sung to the tune of “Winter Wonderland”

Undead moan, are you listening?

In the lane, blood is glistening.

A horrible sight,

We’re screaming tonight,

Runnin’ through a Zombie wonderland.

Already turned, is our neighbor!

Zombies here, I belabor.

They moan their own song,

As we scream along,

Sprintin’ through a Zombie wonderland.