Zombaritaville zombifies music lyrics.

Just a few out of many...

Rippin' Off Your Skin
To the tune of Blowin' In The Wind by Bob Dylan

How many lobes must a ghoul gulp down
Before he eats the whole brainpan?
How many skulls must a sniper nail
Before her rifle has jammed?
Yes, n' how many bites must I take of this guy
Before I've digested his hand?
The zombies my friend, are rippin' off your skin
The zombies are rippin' off your skin

Yes, n' how many folks must cease to exist
Before it's called a "killing spree"?
Yes, n' how many years in this mall can we subsist
'Til we're forced by bikers to flee?
Yes, n' how many towns must shamblers infest
Before they all turn to debris?
The zombies my friend, are rippin' off your skin
The zombies are rippin' off your skin

Yes, n' how many mines must a man blow up
Before the undead subside?
Yes, n' how many bites must our pilot endure
Before he's no longer alive?
Yes, n' how many hosts will this virus infect
Before the plague's spread worldwide?
The zombies my friend, are rippin' off your skin
The zombies are rippin' off your skin

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Dismember
To the tune of Surrender by Cheap Trick

Mother's moldy, yes, she's moldy
Rotting in her tomb
She's oh so cold and so decayed
One sniff would make you retch

I spoke unholy, arcane words
Then her flesh was rotting off
Her dead, decrepit trunk
While she shambled 'round

Mommy's a fright, Daddy's a fright
They've just risen from the dead
Dismember, dismember
And send them back to the grave, grave, graa-a-aave

Father moans and screams all night
He's horrid and obscene
I swore we'd buried him preserved
In a casket somewhere in Queens

His sepulchre has been uprooted
Now he thirsts for gore
But that old geezer moves so slow
We have nothing to fear

Mommy's a fright, Daddy's a fright
They've just risen from the dead
Dismember, dismember
And send them back to the grave, grave, graa-a-aave

Covered all over in sores and lesions
They look so severe
Rife with grime and constant shrieking
I dread when they appear

They provoked me, their fine lad
Set on me without doubt
Got my shovel, started swingin'
I took those bastards out

Mommy's a fright, Daddy's a fright
They've just risen from the dead
Dismember, dismember
And send them back to the grave, grave, graa-a-aave…the grave!

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The Shambler
To the tune of The Gambler by Kenny Rogers

As civilization crumbled, on my way out of the wasteland,
I met up with the shambler, captured in the combat zone.
He would try to grab me, but chains held down his hand.
Then soldiers overtook us, and he began to moan.

He said, son, I've made a meal out of eating peoples faces,
and knowing how their brains'll taste by the fear that's in their eyes.
So if you don't mind my saying, I see you're out of ammo cases.
For a taste of your kidneys I'll give you some advice.

So I shed my kevlar armor and my kidney he did swallow.
Then he bit my leg again, like he did last night.
And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all aggression.
Said, if you're gonna hunt a zombie boy, ya got to learn to hunt 'em right.

You got to know where to shoot 'em, how to execute 'em,
know where to hide away and know when to run.
Don't ignite a zombie before it's been disabled.
There'll be time enough to burn 'em when the shootin's done.

Every zombie knows that the secret to surviving
is knowing where the humans live and finding some to eat.
'Cause every brain's for dinner and every brain's delicious,
and the best that you can hope for is a bullet to the cheek.

And when he'd finished moaning, he loosed a stream of vomit,
broke free of his chains, and took a bite of Pete.
And somewhere in the darkness, a soldier scored a headshot.
But then I started groaning—I found a face that I could eat.

You got to know where to shoot 'em, how to execute 'em,
know where to hide away and know when to run.
Don't ignite a zombie before it's been disabled.
There'll be time enough to burn 'em when the shootin's done.

You got to know where to shoot 'em, how to execute 'em,
know where to hide away and know when to run.
Don't ignite a zombie before it's been disabled.
There'll be time enough to burn 'em when the shootin's done.

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:rofl:

Is there anything zombies aren't fun for? :)

No. Nope, don't think so...