Zombie Blues

I saw Mr. Wilson through the window screen
Noticed he was looking just a little bit green
And moldy ’round the edges. Then I started to freak
When I remembered that he had croaked last week.
Well, you know them zombies gotta eat dem brains
It’s the Standard Zombie Diet, in snow, sun or rain
Don’t go for no Grape-Nuts, no yogurt or pie
Just wanna eat your brains and make you die
O Zombies, keep the hell away
O Zombies, keep the hell away from me
I’m hiding in my zombie-proof basement
With my computer and my color TV