I was alone, and I needed a date; I was takin' a walk past the cemetery gate When I, I saw a sign that said "For a good time "Take a left down at Tombstone Number 8". Went to 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 Buck teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out to boot, But all in all, she was a rotten kind'a 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'a me.
Morally, I'm destitute In the Tomb of Ill repute She's a rotten kind'a cute For a Zombie Prostitute.
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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.