It's Beginning To Look a Lot Like Zombies

Jump in bed, hold onto your head,

’Cause Zombie Claus comes tonight.

Here comes Zombie Claus, here comes Zombie Claus,

Right down Zombie Claus lane.

He doesn’t care if you’re rich or poor;

He’ll eat you just the same.

Zombie Claus knows we’re all just protein;

That makes everything right.

So fill your shotgun up with shells

’Cause Zombie Claus comes tonight!

Here comes Zombie Claus, here comes Zombie Claus,

Right down Zombie Claus Lane!

He’ll come around when the screams ring out

That there’re fresh brains again.

Zombie virus will come to all

If we just cower in fright.

So let’s give thanks to Smith and Wesson,

’Cause Zombie Claus comes tonight!

SNACKING AROUND THE CHRISTMAS TREE

Sung to the tune of “Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree”

Snacking around the Christmas tree

at the undead party hop.

Missing toes hung where you can see,

chewy eyeballs just go pop!

Chorus

Noshing around the Christmas tree,

Don’t let the humans get away.

Later we’ll have some fresh skull pie

And some undead caroling.

You will get a sentimental feeling, for your ear

It’s gone now but you’re still jolly,

The halls are decked with parts of Wally.

Chorus

Snacking around the Christmas tree,

Have a munchy holiday.

Zombies dancing merrily,

In the new old-fashioned way.

SLAY RIDE

Sung to the tune of “Sleigh Ride”

Chorus I

Just hear those fresh brains jingling,

And nostrils running with goo.

Come on, it’s lovely weather

To go flesh-eating together with you.

Chorus II

Outside the bodies are falling

And Zombies are calling “woo-hoo.”

Come on, it’s lovely weather

To go flesh-eating together with you.

Take a bite, take a bite, take a bite, let’s go.

Here’s a leg with a shoe,

We’re riding in a wonderland of ooze.

Take a chomp, take a chomp, take a chomp, it’s grand;

An ear’s in my hand.

We’re gliding along with a song

Of a Zombie wonderland.

Their cheeks are nice and tasty,

And brains are basting you see.

We’re snuggled up together

Like two flesh-eaters would be.

Let’s take that road before us

And eat a chorus or two.

Come on, it’s lovely weather

To go flesh-eating together with you.

There’s a Zombie party at the home of Farmer Gray.

His brain’ll be the perfect ending of a perfect day;

We’ll be eating the parts we love to eat without a single stop

At the fireplace while we watch the eyeballs pop.

Pop! Pop! Pop!

There’s a happy feeling nothing in the world can buy

When they pass around a femur and somebody’s eye—

It’ll be just like a picture print by undead Currier and Ives.

These wonderful brains are the brains

We’ll be eating all through our lives!

Chorus I & II

It’s lovely weather to go flesh-eating together with you.

It’s lovely weather to go flesh-eating together with you.