It looked so very peaceful that cold October evening,
I was watchin’ TV, when it struck like a bolt of lightning.
I heard my neighbors screaming, I went to check it out,
I saw with my own two eyes the undead were shufflin’ about.

Guess there’s no room in hell anymore.
Whack all the zombies-o,
Whack all the zombies-o,
There’s zombies in my yard-o.

I went and grabbed my rifle, and I also grabbed my shotgun,
I loaded up with ammo, so I could ruin all their fun.
I swore that I’d kill them, never would they bug me,
Since the devil sent these zombies, now you know things will get ugly.

Guess there’s no room in hell anymore.
Whack all the zombies-o,
Whack all the zombies-o,
There’s zombies in my yard-o.

[guitar solo]

Being locked & loaded, I fought the zombie menace,
Takin’ my aim carefully, this was not like playing tennis.
For about six or seven hours, I was cuttin’ them down,
I took aim, fired up my weapons, in the hopes I’d save my hometown.

Guess there’s no room in hell anymore.
Whack all the zombies-o,
Whack all the zombies-o,
There’s zombies in my yard-o.

Now some men like the sportin’, and some men like the racin’,
And some men like ta make grapes turn into raisins.
Me, I like huntin’, ‘specially when there’s zombie danger.
But now my yard is bloodstained, and things have never been much stranger.

Guess there’s no room in hell anymore.
Whack all the zombies-o,
Whack all the zombies-o,
There’s zombies in my yard-o.