Here comes Zombie Snowflake
Soon you will hear her say
"Come out ev'ryone and play with me
'Cause I won't go away

If you want to make more zombies
I'll help you make one, two, three
If you wanna give your brains up
I'll eat them happily."

Here comes Zombie Snowflake
Look at her stumblin' round
Bringing fear both far and near
Zombie's come to town

heaven, I'm in heaven
and the flesh that hangs about me may be weak
but in truth you know a shambler cannot speak
when I'm busy noshing bodies cheek to cheek

oh I'd love to get your liver
or your spleen or ovaries
but it wouldn't thrill me half as much
as spinal fluid leak
oh I'd love to take a bite of
your brain and have a peek
into that lovely skull of yours
after I strip your cheek

come on and dance with me
I want my molars in you
the sugars in you
will carry me through
to heaven
I'm in heaven
and my longing is so strong I cannot speak
all you hear is moans and I've found what I seek
tasty brain and yes,
my teeth deep in your cheek .

Munching on your shoulders makes me happy
Munching on your brains tastes just like pie
Munching in the food court is so messy
Munching hippies always makes me high
If I had my lips still I could kiss you
I'd kiss your lips, nibble on your smile
If I had a thought that I could think for you
I'd make a plan for munching all the while

Munching on your shoulders makes me happy
Munching on your brains tastes just like pie
Munching in the food court is so messy
Munching hippies always makes me high

Munching hippies all the time makes me high
Munching hippies always...

"Take it!
Take another little piece of my heart..."

And I can't get it out of my head,
No, I can't get it out of my head,
Now my old world is gone for dead
'Cos I can't get it out of my head.

Life is tasty, messy stains of gore
splashed upon the walls and spattered on the door.

You hear my groans in the hallway as I stumble.
The radio warns "Evactuate! Right away!"
And chewing on your brain I get the feeling that I want to do this everyday...everyday...

Zombie roads, take me back
To the place, where there's prey.
Anywhere there's scent of sweet brains
Take me there, zombie roads.

and which
you probably needed
for survival

forgive me
they were delicious
so mushy
and so warm

Try to imagine
A corpse without a crumb
Try to imagine
A table bare and glum
That’s what we’ll see
By the Christmas tree
Our bellies cry for meat
Since you’ve gone away
‘Till St Stephen’s Day
We’ve got no brains, no brains to eat

We’ll be hungry this Christmas
We’re left all alone
We’ll be hungry this Christmas
And that’s why we groan
Cos we’ll have no lunch
Without you to munch
This Christmas

We thought we’d be feasting
At least ‘till new year’s day
But it looks like old Romero
Has scared you all away
So we’ll break our teeth
Chewing on the wreath
You left hanging on your door
Why should we undead
Always go unfed
What else is goodwill for?

We’ll be hungry this Christmas
We’re left all alone
We’ll be hungry this Christmas
And that’s why we groan
There’ll be no hot brains
No outbreak to contain
This Christmas

Merry Christmas, fleshlings. Wherever you are.

But oh, my dear,
Your brains are here for me.
They smell so sweet, tasty as they can be.
Perhaps other zombies may stumble on you where you've crumbled
And munch on a limb or three, but
Your brains are here for me.

Thanks! Are there brains in Internet?

Bit by A Zombie Blues

I woke up this morning had them bit by a zombie blues
You know I woke up this morning had them bit by a zombie blues
I don't like the look o' that bite now momma, I think it's turnin' puce.

Braaaaaiiiinnns
Braaaaaiiiinnns
Braaaaaiiiinnns

So get here and feed me now
I don't care why who or how
Tell me I will alway have my food
I'm headed to a jet plane
And so I'll feed again
Oh wow I'm so hungry--

For so many times I've preyed around
So many times up from the ground
I won't come back I won't go down again,
I'm leaving on jet plain,
So I can feed again
Leaving on a jet plane
Eat ev'ryone aboard....

Here comes Zombie Claus,
Here comes Zombie Claus,
Right down Zombie Claus Lane.
He's got a jaw that's filled with teeth
To eat the children's brains.
Hear those undead shimble shamble,
Oh what a horrible sight,
So jump in bed, and cover your head,
'Cause Zombie Claus comes tonight.

Here comes Zombie Claus,
Here comes Zombie Claus,
Right down Zombie Claus Lane.
He'll come around when seals are broken,
The dead will rise again.
Peace on earth will come to all,
If we just give up the fight,
So let's give thanks to the Devil below
'Cause Zombie Claus comes tonight.

A traditional folk carol, I do not know its origin or its terminus, and better sung with appropriate groaning and hand gestures. I can't take credit for it, but I'm willing to share the blame.

I would also love to find again the lyrics to Brown Eyed Ghoul, a filk published in Dragon magazine sometime in the early 90's. Perhaps google can avail me, there. (Currently my work websense won't let me at any of the links for that search, as they involve games, you know.)

http://www.facebook.com/topic.php?uid=165491053464435&topic=312

Thank you, sir! Much obliged. (My functionality is hampered on my work computer, lunch break or no.)

Ahh, Ravenloft. Good times, good---oops, lost another party member---times.

If I were a zombie,
dweedle deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dum,
all day long I'd stumble through the graveyard,
If I were a reanimate corpse;
Wouldn't have to work hard,
dweedle deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle deedle dum,
All day long I'd beedle beedle bum,
Beedle beedle beedle beedle BRAINS

Just glanced at the first line and thought of Pete Seeger instead of Zero Mostel:

If I were a Zombie, I'd eat brains in the morning.
I'd eat brains in the evening, all over this land,
I'd eat up your brains, I'd eat up their brains,
I'd eat up the yummy brains of, my brother and my sister...a-all, over this land.

And continuing more or less the same way:

If I were a carpenter,
And you were a zombie...

Oh well, it was nearly time for me to clean my keyboard and monitor anyway... :)

And now it's you we bite, you're our prey
Our hunger persists in our decay
You can try to take a stand
But it's time for the dead to feed on man

Whether you're our brother
Or whether you're our mother
We'll be eating your life, eating your life
Just 'cause my ribs you're breakin'
Won't stop my mandibles from shakin'
We'll be eating your life, eating your life
Ah, ah, ah, ah, eating your life, eating your life
Ah, ah, ah, ah, eating your lie, eye, uh-uh-eye, eye

Oh No! I hadn't heard about his death. Crap, crap, crap, crap.

To the tune of Dowland's "Fine Knacks for Ladies,"

Fine brains for zombies, pink, moist, soft and smooth,
Good grey matter, and very lightly used.
I keep a corpse, but for a corpse to eat,
Survivors may be liberal of meat.

Though all my brains be fresh, the heart is chew'd!

Brains make great gifts and look for gifts within,
Sharp bits of skull and pineal glands you'll find.
It's a delicious morsel to eat plain,
Oft hath a zombie little on his mind.

Of others take a bite, of me a brain!

Saw the newsflash this afternoon
With Cecilia up in my bedroom
I get up to lock my place
When I go back to bed, she starts eating my face.

Everybody gnaws despite how severe we're beaten
Or our eyes glued shut where the blood has dried
Everybody got their ripped-flesh eaten
By their father or their dog just died
Everybody hooks their claws in your neck like sprockets
Present a family's thyroids like a box of chocolates
Collapse of martial laws
Everybody gnaws

For Emily, Wherever I may find her grave:

What a dream I had
Steeped in rotting flesh
Clothed in tattered rags
Of camoflage and mesh
Softer than the BRAINS...

I wandered empty streets down
Past the shop displays;
My clumsy shuffling gait
Scared everyone away.
As I walked on...

And when you ran from me
I followed mindlessly
I hacked into your skull
And feasted on your brains.
I gnawed your hand...

Slow down, you move to fast
You've got to make the moaning last
Just shambling down the cobblestones
Looking for brains and feeling ZOMBIE...

"You can be, you can be, yes you can be my zombie bait!"

- but fortunately I have no idea how the rest of the song goes.

I have a real approach-avoidance conflict with this thread. I don't like zombies. I love the wit of the Fluorosphere as it gets displayed in these things.

But it's too late to say you're sorry
Now that I've turned, I feel no pain
Please don't bother trying to find her
She eats braaaaaaains

(sorry)

Suddenly
I'm not half the man I used to be
There's a limb just hanging off of me
Oh zombie day came suddenly

Why they
had to chew
wish I knew
they couldn't say

I saw
something munch
now we're lunch
not yesterday

Yesterday
Zombie was a game we'd play
Now I need a place to hide away
Oh I lost brains on yesterday

yum yum yum yum
yum yum yum

And the virus that she slobbered in my brains
Still remains

I cannot tell what draws me onward

Through narrow streets I tripped alone
Brains? I'd settle on a bone
To search in vain for others of my kind
They're out of sight, they're out of mind

When my eye was stabbed by a nutball with a pick
..didn't stick

Her screams of terror draw me onward

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand zombies, maybe more
Zombies shambling without speaking
Guts hanging out without freaking
Zombies grunting songs that humans never shared
No one dared

The screams of terror draw us onward

Ghouls! said I, now we well know
Zombies like a cancer grow
Band together, overwhelm the truck
They've got gas? Oh no, we're out of luck

Why, I'm on fire! Fire! Uuhhh! ...I fell
And now nothing draws me onward

..started strong, weak finish. Just like them?

"Brains to the left,
Brains to the right,
And she's the only ghoul in town."

Or

"Brainburger in Paradise"

Up a narrow flight of stairs in a narrow little room
As I lie upon my bed in the early evening gloom
Impaled on my wall my eyes can dimly see
The pattern of my life on the puzzle that is me

Hey, ho, nobody home,
Thought nor wit nor logic have I none
Still, I will eat brai-ai-ai-ains.

Rose, Rose, Rose Red
Shall I ever see thee dead?
I will then dine on thy brains, sire,
Eat thy brains.

Ah, my love,
I'll eat thee
Then quickly run and flee
For I'll dine on thee

I am a little zombie
My shoes are worn and thin
I have a little pocket
To put a brainstem in
If you haven't got a brainstem
The cerebrum will do
If you haven't got a cerebrum
God Damn You!

† That is, all the songs parodied work when sung against the A'Soulin guitar part. All learned from other people, rather than recordings.††

†† Although Dad (or the person who taught him) may have learned the guitar part from a recording.

I love to go a-shambling, along, the graveyard track;
And as I go I love to moan, my guts all out my back:
Valder-shriek, Valder-scream;
Valder-scream, Val deraiiiiiieeeeeeeeee...
Valderie, Valderah, my guts all out my back.

Death made me hungrier
Only hungrier
I groan around, around, around, around, around

Well, of Flo there's nothing left and of Mary nothing right
And Janie is the girl whom I'll consume tonight
And if she asks me if it's her I loved the best?
I'll tear off her shoulder and spill her contents down my chest

Death made me hungrier
Only hungrier
I groan around, around, around, around, around

Oh well, I roam from town to town
I eat through life without a care
Your blood dried turns to brown
It's a good source of iron and until I eat I'm going nowhere

I'm the type of guy that likes to groan around
I'm never found in one place, parts of me all over town
And when I find myself pulling apart some girl
I pull her into that van of mine and leave her pieces around the world

Death made me hungrier
Only hungrier
I groan around, around, around, around, around

Got a little brain in my pocket going squishy-squishy-squish
Gonna suck out your intestines now, my fav'rite dish
but you're back from the dead, such a very cold fish
so it's no yummie no nummie 'til the resurrection wish

my sweetie my tasty don't be such Evil Dead
you say more grr and more arr but keep your teeth in your head

Oh baby baby baby, why you gonna leave me this way
I'm still a hungry man, I just can't eat the undaid.
that's when she groaned out a story 'bout no end to strife
so it's no yummy no nummy 'less you come back to life

my sweetie my tasty don't be such Evil Dead
you say more grr and more arr but keep your teeth in your head

well, i was feelin' so starved, I was about to tuck ain
that's when she started moanin' bout flesh, started groanin' bout brain
I said honey I don't want to but there's nothing to eat
She said I was just playin, and now you're dead meat

my sweetie my tasty, we used to be wed
But it's gut shot then head shot and now I'm just dead

"Impaled on my wall my eyes ..." Oh yes!

Nice! In some ways more cheerful than the usual run of poetry here, I think (but only because we don't take zombies seriously).

While running through the park one night
In the early days of zombie blight
I was taken by surprise
By a pair of bloodshot eyes
And I knew that I would have to win this fight.

A moan was all I heard at last
[shambling sounds]
Before I turned into undead repast.
[shambling sounds]

I immediately turned to flee
But the zombies had surrounded me
And soon I will forget
How much I now regret
The dawn I would not live to see.

I was shambling through the park one night
Infected with the zombie blight
I was searching for remains
Not yet deprived of brains
In the early days of zombie blight.

Ah, yes, the song that has earwormed me so that every time I see the RSS feed for P. Z. Myers' blog I start singing "Pharyngulee, Pharyngula".

Another one that doesn't take as much changing as I expected (though enough that I don't feel like trying it myself), is the one that begins "'The problem is all inside your head', she said to me"...

There can be no rational explanation
For our shambling, glorious, stroll
With guts, eyes, brains, determination,
And more guts, we'll eat the whole

So come corpses all a-walking
Every class and every place
The International Zombie Horde
Devours the human race
(2x)

(Note: Billy Bragg's version scans better, and sounds like something a [former] human being might _say_, but lacks the Romeroist clarity of the older version we so need to destroy the O'Bannonist scum.)

A snack-tray, a snack-tray
Zombies want me for a buffet
A snack-tray, a snack-tray
For smörgåsbording on me

Well the weather outside is radiant
a-and the zombies all do bathe in it*
And since we've nowhere to go
Let it glow let it glow let it glow

and on for several verses in that manner. Does "Let it snow" have some kind of break or chorus?

When we finally found our graves
Clambered haltingly into the earh
Feeble moonlight's cursèd slaves
All the way under the sod and the turf*

Well now the clock has been unwindin'
and the sunshine truly blinding [or, And all your naked sores need bindin']
Your lover he was first to go
Let it glow! let it glow! let it glow!...
*I want (perhaps naïvely) some kind of award for this rhyme

I know you lost your love
Were so sad she'd gone away
She's all you're thinking of
But I ran from her today
She moaned she'll love
(And not the way she used to do)
Tried to eat me
But dead-set on eating you

She'd love you
Yeah, yeah, yeah
She'd love you,
Yeah, yeah, yeah
With a love like that...
[SEGUE]
You better run for your life if you can, little boy.

Zombie Bill, Zombie Bill
No-one's sure just when he died but, he's walking still
and it's aaaaaaaauugghhhhhhh, Zombie Bill

Well Zombie Bill ate my lover's brain
Got her blood all over him -- now that'll leave a stain
And it's aaaaauuuuuughhhhhh, Zombie Bill

etc.

An old man turned ninety-eight.
He died in his sleep then got up from his grave.
A swarm of black flies buzzed in his wake
He's a walking death sentence for anyone in his way.

It's like BRAAAAAIIINNNSSS! Gotta eat every day!
It's the screams of the living, who cares what they say?
They're holed up in the mall, that's where we'll find prey!
And fall as they squeeze their triggers...

The gangster kid didn't think he would die
He kept secret for too long the truth of his bite.
He wanted to lengthen his short and damned life
But as he started to turn, he thought, "Well, your flesh tastes nice."

And isn't it horrific? Can they think?

It's like BRAAAAAIIINNNSSS! Gotta eat every day!
It's the screams of the living, who cares what they say?
They're holed up in the mall, that's where we'll find prey!
And fall as they squeeze their triggers...

Well, they have a scary way
Of sneaking up on you when you think that everything's going fine and here in the mall we'll be safe.
And we have a funny way
Of shooting the heads of the ones who look like movie stars if they still have an intact face.

An unlocked door or an unchained gate
Will be your doom when we mete out your fate.
It's like ten thousand zombies, you can't fight with a knife.
It's thinking you've made it to safety
And another horde shambles; it's the end of your life.

It's like BRAAAAAIIINNNSSS! Gotta eat every day!
It's the screams of the living, who cares what they say?
They're holed up in the mall, that's where we'll find prey!
And fall as they pull their triggers...

They have a scary way of sneaking up on you.
And we have a funny, funny way of gunning them down.
Gunning them down.

Raise the tattered gravecloth high
Beneath its folds we'll die, undie
Though werewolves growl and vampires sneer
We'll keep the gray flag flying here.

It well recalls the triumphs past
It gives the hope of BRAINS at last
The banner dull, the symbol plain
of rotting flesh and human BRAINS.

Raise the tattered gravecloth high etc

The Mummy 'neath the Egyptian sands,
His remake in the Orient lands,
Vast Brookwood's Eater-raised remains
United call we now for BRAINS.

Raise the tattered gravecloth high etc

With bones uncovered swear we all
To shamble onward till we fall
Come banquets vast or pickings slim
"More BRAINS" shall be our parting hymn

Raise the tattered gravecloth high etc