Zombie Prostitute

I was alone, and I needed a date

I was takin' a walk past the cemetery gate

When I saw a sign that said

For a good time take a left down at Tombstone Number 8

Went through the gateway, and I'm pretty sure I

Saw some eyes peepin' out of a sepulture

I took a step into the Tomb of ill Repute

That's where I met her, the Zombie Prostitute

I grabbed her left breast, and I'm pretty sure I tore it

I said: Go down - but she didn't have the stomach for it

Her teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out to boot

But all in all, she was a rotten kind cute

While I was tense, it was plain to see

A sort of rigor mortis was comin' over me

I didn't want to see it, but I just had to believe it

I had a stiffy for the stiff in front of me

Morally, I'm destitute

In the Tomb of ill repute

She's a rotten kinda cute

For a Zombie Prostitute

Now I'm fallin' apart from my head down to my toes

I don't know which of my organs is the next to go

I've been such a sleaze since she gave me the disease

Wouldn't you know, now I'm a Zombie Gigolo

I took my first client on a date

We took a walk to the cemetery gate

I got under her slip, but then, I heard a rip

I pulled it out, and I said: Baby, keep the tip

Morally, I'm destitute

In the Tomb of ill repute

She's a rotten kind'a cute

For a Zombie Prostitute