Shagged her on the mountain, and some digits off did fall,
Gathered up those fingers, put the parts back on withal.
Bride* she does resemble; when she’s naked, what a sight!
Twenty for feet, the size, she’s really great, my zombie prize.

I-I-I-I I love a zombie,
I-I-I-I I love a zombie.

I sneak a peek through the grass as she’s eating Sy and Bea;
She’s creepy ’cause undead, but it is a true romance for me.
Oh slime has run again, again her foaming’s uncouth;
Her etiquette I’d planned, but she’s noshing now on Ruth.

Eye-eye-eye-eye eyes: lunch for zombie,
Thigh-igh-igh-igh thighs: lunch for zombie,

She won’t this gross fare share, flashing hideous teeth,
Packing Timmy down. . .Alka-Seltzer after this offal feast.
Out in the darkness, from back I’m mountin’—it’s grand!
A delight to shag, though she’s still famished for Stan.

I-I-I-I I love a zombie,
My-y-y-y my love’s a zombie,
I-I-I-I I’m lunch for zombie.


*of Frankenstein