| I was alone, and I needed a date
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| I was takin' a walk past the cemetery gate
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| When I saw a sign that said
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| «For a good time take a left down at Tombstone Number 8»
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| Went through the gateway, and I’m pretty sure I
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| Saw some eyes peepin' out of a sepulcher, I
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| Took a step into the Tomb of Ill Repute
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| That’s where I met her, the Zombie Prostitute
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| I grabbed her left breast, and I’m pretty sure I tore it
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| I said, «go down,» but she didn’t have the stomach for it
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| Her teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out to boot
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| But all in all, she was a rotten kind cute
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| While I was tense, it was plain to see
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| A sort of rigor mortis was comin' over me
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| I didn’t want to see it, but I just had to believe it
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| I had a stiffy for the stiff in front of me
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| Morally, I’m destitute
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| In the Tomb of Ill Repute
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| She’s a rotten kinda cute
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| For a Zombie Prostitute
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| Now I’m fallin' apart from my head down to my toes
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| I don’t know which of my organs is the next to go
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| I’ve been such a sleaze since she gave me the disease
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| Wouldn’t you know, now I’m a Zombie Gigolo
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| I took my first client on a date
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| We took a walk to the cemetery gate
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| I got under her slip, but then, I heard a rip
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| I pulled it out, and I said…"baby, keep the tip"
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| Morally, I’m destitute
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| In the Tomb of Ill Repute
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| She’s a rotten kind’a cute
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| For a Zombie Prostitute |