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 sepulcher, 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.