when the dead dead zombies
come hob-hob-hobblin' along...along
its your throat, they're oglin'
cause its a-throbbin' with life...so strong
watch out , watch out...for walkin' dead
clear out, clear out...or you'll be bled
shoot out, shoot out...brains in their head
if you're caught...you'll feel hapless

what if it was you
that they'd gotten to
causin' normal life to sour
you'd join with 'em
in lurchin' rhythm
no longer in power

don't join those hooligans
and be their useless tool, my friend
just say so long

when the dead dead zombies
come hob-hob-hobblin'
when the dead dead zombies
come hob-hob-hobblin'
along