In a demon dragster hittin' warp speed ten, Emissions nocturne as I meet a dead end, Through a hill o' beans to an early groove, To the zombie hop where I can shake my shoes.
Yeah, you gotta swing it right, At the zombie hop tonight, Beelzebub and Mickey Devil wait inside for me.
I caught a zeroplane to voodootown, Some chicken beads to chilli down, Bleeding eyes make a red u-bend, Situation me no comprehend.
Yeah you gotta swing it right... Yeah you gotta swing it at the zombie hop tonight, At the zombie hop tonight now baby, yeah, wo-o-o-oah!
Superglue for my broken dreams, Runnin' and cryin' 'til it's past our means, Is there a doctor in this house? Apes in space and stepping out.