Zombie Boy

Two roosters I slew

And with all of my might

I prayed, hard, for you

In Haiti at night

Your skin has turned blue

And your hair has turned white

Must be the voodoo

Of this Haitian moonlight

We can't take day trips

But Oh! those moonlight strolls

Dressed up in silk slips,

High heels and mink stoles

You swivel your hips

As I work the controls

No blood ever drips

When I widen your holes

Zombie boy...

You seem to have died

Of some form of the pox

They left you inside

Your tiny black box

I heard when you cried

And I answered your knocks

Let's make you a bride

With another two cocks

You look pretty pure

For so long in the ground

You smell like a sewer

But you don't make a sound

I feed you ordure

To keep Poopsie spellbound

I like to be sure

You'll be sticking around

Zombie boy...