Two roosters I slew and with all of my might
I prayed hard for you in Haiti at night
Your skin has turned blue and your hair has turned white
Must be the voodoo of this Haitian moonlight

We can`t take day trips but oh, those moonlight strolls
Dressed up in silk slips, high heels and mink stoles
You swivel your hips as I work the controls
No blood ever drips when I widen your holes

Zombie boy, Zombie boy
Zombie boy, Zombie boy

You seem to have died of some form of the pox
They left you inside, your tiny black box
I heard when you cried and I answered your knocks
Let`s make you a bride with another two c**ks

You look pretty good for so long in the ground
You smell like a sewer but you don`t make a sound
I feed you ordure to keep Poopsie spellbound
I like to be sure you`ll be sticking around

Zombie boy, Zombie boy
Zombie boy, Zombie boy

Zombie boy, Zombie boy
Zombie boy, Zombie boy