Free It's Beginning to Look a Lot Like Zombies by Michael P. Spradlin Page B

comes the corpse of little Nell.
    Oh, those Zombies bit it well.
    Forget about a dolly that laughs and cries,
    Zombies die first then open their eyes.
    Chorus
    Next the undead are stalking little Will.
    Oh, just see he’s a glorious meal.
    We use a hammer and lots of tacks,
    And he has a brain and a spine that cracks.
    Ho, ho ho! Who wouldn’t go?
    Ho, ho, ho! Who wouldn’t go?
    Up on the housetop, snack, snack, snack!
    Down through the chimney with Santa’s back!

 

     
W E T HREE S PLEENS
    Sung to the tune of “We Three Kings”
    We three spleens, you know where we are:
    Two in the kitchen and one in the car.
    We are still eating, people are fleeing.
    Let’s eat the one in the car.
    O-oooh, spleens of wonder, they taste right.
    We could eat spleens all day and night.
    We’re still eating, people screaming.
    Let’s eat until first light.

 
T HE Z OMBIE C HRISTMAS S ONG
    Sing to the tune of “The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire)”
    Fresh brains roasting on an open fire,
    Zombies chewing off your nose—
    It all began when they ate the whole choir.
    They’re even eating Eskimos.
    Everybody knows a leg bone and someone’s toes
    Make a Zombie’s season bright.
    Tiny tots, with their eyes in a bowl,
    Will find it hard to see tonight!
    We know Zombie Santa’s on his way;
    He’s eaten lots of boys and girls in his sleigh,
    And every mother’s child is going to spy
    To see if Zombie reindeer really know how to fly.
    And so I’m running to get out of here
    Before the Zombies eat me too.
    Although it’s been said about the Undead,
    If you don’t run, they will feast on you.

 
U NDEAD C HRISTMAS
    Sung to the tune of “Blue Christmas”
    I’ll have an undead Christmas without you.
    I’ll be so undead, and not thinking about you.
    Hanging lots of red brains on a green Christmas tree
    Won’t mean a thing if you’re not undead with me.
    I’ll have an undead Christmas, that’s certain.
    And when that Zombie bites me, I’m hurtin’.
    You’ll be running all night, from every Zombie in sight,
    And I’ll have an undead, undead Christmas.

 
I T’S B EGINNING TO L OOK A L OT L IKE Z OMBIES
    Sung to the tune of “It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas”
    It’s beginning to look a lot like Zombies
    Everywhere you go.
    They’re in the five and ten, eating brains once again,
    Faces smeared with blood and all aglow!
    It’s beginning to look a lot like Zombies!
    They’re in every store!
    But the scariest sight to see is the Zombies that will be
    At your own front door.
    There’s no need for boots, or a pistol that shoots,
    Just the brains of Barney and Ben.
    Zombies will stalk when you go for your walk,
    And they’ll eat Janice and Jen.
    And Mom and Dad, already turned, are eating brains again.
    It’s beginning to look a lot like Zombies
    Everywhere you go.
    They’ve stormed the Grand Hotel, and filled the park as well.
    They’re hungry and they sure don’t mind the snow!
    It’s beginning to look a lot like Zombies!
    Blood splattered on the floor!
    But the scariest sight to see is the Zombies that will be
    At your own front door!

 
N OTHING L IKE B RAINS FOR THE H OLIDAYS
    Sung to the tune of “There’s No Place Like Home for the Holidays”
    Oh there’s nothing like brains for the holidays!
    No matter how far away you roam,
    When you’re hungry for the taste
    Of someone else’s face,
    For the holidays, you can’t beat
    Brains, sweet brains!
    I ate a man who lived in Tennessee,
    And he was headed for Pennsylvania,
    To go eat his mother’s eye.
    From Pennsylvania folks are traveling down
    To Dixie’s sunny shore.
    From Atlantic to Pacific, gee!
    The cerebrum tastes terrific!
    Oh there’s nothing like brains
    For the holidays! ’Cause no matter
    How much your own mouth foams,
    If you want to be happy in a million ways,
    For the holidays, you can’t beat
    Brains, sweet brains.

 
Z OMBIE W ONDERLAND
    Sung to the tune of “Winter Wonderland”
    Undead moan, are you