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 of cute
While I was tense, it was plain to see
A sort of rigor mortis was comin' over me
I didn't wanna 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"
