Zombie Prostitute
I was alone, and I needed a date;I was takin' a walk past the cemetery gateWhen 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 ISaw some eyes peepin' out of a "sepulture", ITook a step into the Tomb of Ill ReputeThat's where I met her, the Zombie Prostitute
I grabbed her left breast, and I'm pretty sure I tore itI said "go down", but she didn't have the stomach for itBuck 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 seeA sort of rigor mortis was comin' over meI didn't want to see it, but I just had to believe itI had a stiffy for the stiff in front'a me.
Morally, I'm destituteIn the Tomb of Ill reputeShe's a rotten kind'a cuteFor a Zombie Prostitute.
(violin, cello, and trumpet/cornet solos)
Now I'm fallin' apart from my head down to my toes, I don't knowWhich of my organs is the next to goI've been such a sleaze since she gave me the diseaseWouldn't you know, now I'm a Zombie GigoloI took my first client on a dateWe took a walk to the cemetery gateI got under her slip, but then, I heard a ripI pulled it out, and I said..."baby, keep the tip"
Morally, I'm destituteIn the Tomb of Ill reputeShe's a rotten kind'a cuteFor a Zombie Prostitute.