Moving me down the highway
Rolling me down the highway
Moving ahead so life won’t pass me by
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
Wind’s against our backs
We goin’ ridin’ on the freeway of love
In my pink Cadillac
I know who you are,
Open the door and climb in.
Hold me real close, then do it again,
I ache for the touch of my dead end friends
I love the dead before they’re cold
Their bluing flesh for me to hold
Cadaver eyes upon me see… nothing
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpse’s shell
Listen
I’m a corpse, I’m a corpse, I’m a corpse without soul
Satan
He’s taken, he’s taken, he’s taken his toll
And he took it out on me
The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Wolf Man
Dracula and his son
All you zombies hide your faces
All you people in the street
All you sittin’ in high places
The rain’s gonna fall on you
The Mummy was to signal from the castle roof
At the very first sound of a reindeer hoof
As Santa slid down the chimney wall
The zombies were to make off with sleigh and all
Heya Tom, it’s Bob from the office down the hall
It’s good to see you buddy, how’ve you been?
Things have been OK for me except that I’m a zombie now
I really wish you’d let us in
I think I speak for all of us when I say I understand
Why you folks might hesitate to submit to our demand
But here’s an FYI: you’re all gonna die screaming
All we want to do is eat your brains
Brains, brains, it’s okay!
It’s not a matter if it isn’t gray.
And if at first they thinks it’s strange,
they won’t think twice if they don’t have a brain!
Beans beans the musical fruit
The more you eat the more you toot
The more you toot the better you feel
So let’s have beans at every meal!
Spam in the place where I live (ham and pork)
Think about nutrition, wonder what’s inside it now
Spam in my lunchbox at work (it’s the best)
Really makes a darn good sandwich any way you slice it at all
If you’re running low, go to the store
Carry some money to help you buy more
The tab is there to open the can
The can is there to hold in the spam
The chicken that they give you,
They say it’s mighty fine.
One jumped off a table
And started marking time.
And in the master’s chambers
They gathered for the feast
They stab it with their steely knives
But they just can’t kill the beast
It’s a beast he’s got fangs, razor sharp ones
Massive paws, killer claws for the feast
Hear him roar see him foam
But we’re not coming home 'til he’s dead
Good and dead
Kill the Beast
Beware the Beast
But enjoy the feast he offers
I’ll never be your beast of burden
My back is broad but it’s a hurting
All I want is for you to make love to me
Boy, you’re gonna carry that weight
Carry that weight a long time
Take a load off, Fanny
Take a load for free
Take a load off, Fanny
And (and) (and) you put the load right on me
(You put the load right on me)