Walking Dead

(Sung to the tune "Jingle Bells")

Oh, walking dead, walking dead, zombies all the way

Always will come after you no matter what you say

AH! Walking dead, walking dead, your soul you cannot save

Oh what fun it is to writhe in a one-corpse open grave.

One night while robbing graves, the chap that came alive

I hit him with my smee, then twenty more arrived (Oh, no!)

With faces peeling skin, and noses caked with phlegm

They killed me and by morning, I was one of them!

Oh, walking dead, walking dead, zombies all the way

Always will come after you no matter what you say

AH! Walking dead, walking dead, your soul you cannot save

Oh what fun it is to writhe in a one-corpse open grave.

Oh what fun it is to writhe in a one-corpse open grave!