Zombies on Your Lawn
There's a zombie on your lawn
There's a zombie on your lawn
There's a zombie on your lawn
We don't want zombies on the lawn
I know your type: tall, dark, and dead
You want to bite all the petals off of my head
And then eat the brains of
the one who planted me here
I'm just a sunflower but see
me power an entire infantry
You like the taste of brains
we don't like zombies
I used to play football
Road cones protect my head
I have a screen-door shield
We are the undead
(repeat chorus)
Maybe it's time to reevaluate
I know you have a lot of food on your plate
Brains are quite rich in cholesterol
You're dead so it doesn't matter,
Instead we'll use this solar power
to make a lawn defense at any hour
I like your tricycle
There's butter on my head
I'm gonna eat your brains
(repeat chorus)
Japanese version:
Go listen to the Japanese talkin' zombies!
so cute!
* this earworm got into my head this week
* first heard this on Fishmuffins of Doom
