I was alone, and I needed a date;
I was takin' a walk past the cemetery gate
When I, I saw a sign that said "For a good time
"Take a left down at Tombstone Number 8".
Went to the gateway, and I'm pretty sure I
Saw some eyes peepin' out of a "sepulture", I
Took a step into the Tomb of Ill Repute
That's where I met her, the Zombie Prostitute

I grabbed her left breast, and I'm pretty sure I tore it
I said "go down", but she didn't have the stomach for it
Buck teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out to boot,
But all in all, she was a rotten kind'a cute.
While I was tense, it was plain to see
sort of rigor mortis [bad word] #39; over me
I didn't want to see it, but I just had to believe it
I had a stiffy for the stiff in front'a me.

Morally, I'm destitute
In the Tomb of Ill repute
She's a rotten kind'a cute
For a Zombie Prostitute.

(violin, cello, and [bad word] cornet solos)

Now I'm fallin' apart from my head down to my toes, I don't know
Which of my organs is the next to go
I've been such a sleaze since she gave me the disease
Wouldn't you know, now I'm a Zombie Gigolo
I took my first client on a date
We took a walk to the cemetery gate
I got under her slip, but then, I heard a rip
I pulled it out, and I said..."baby, keep the tip"

Morally, I'm destitute
In the Tomb of Ill repute
She's a rotten kind'a cute
For a Zombie Prostitute.