I can't believe the news that George Romero's dead
I bet that he's a zombie
Isn't that ironic?
Now he's coming to get me
All of those movies that I am afraid of
Don't mean a thing if the king's not around
Board up your doors, he's on his way
George Romero's trying to bite me
Uncool
He punched through the windows with his rotting hands
Bit Danny on the neck
We ran to the basement
But that didn't stop him
All of the zombies that I run away from
Never compared to something like this
One of us down, two left to go
George Romero's trying to eat my insides
Not cool
Dammit
