BROKEBACK ZOMBIE BLUES

I saw Mr. Wilson, through the base of the screen
I noticed he was looking just a little bit green
And moldy ’round the edges. Then I started to freak
When I remembered that he turned his toes up last week.

Well, you know that them zombies gotta get ’em some brains,
It’s the Standard Zombie Diet, in snow, sun or rain.
They don’t go for no Grape-Nuts, no yogurt or pie.
They just wanna eat your brains, and that makes 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

But there’s one kind of zombie that’s worse’n all the others
He’s looked upon with horror by ’most all his zombie brothers.
He don’t wanna eat your brains - no, he just wants to pack your puddin’
He try to catch you, do things that zombies really shouldn’t

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

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

I got dem Brokeback Zombie Blues...