Ah, my favorite brain soup - 
 Cream of nowhere

 Ooh baby, your asphalt eater hung ten
 The hoedads and gremmies say you reached top end
 So do the dead, through the lights
 The surfin' dead, oooh make it tight
 The livin' dead now baby lose their heads 
 Now baby, doin' the dead

 Yeah you're a high-rev hauler with all four on the floor
 But your a-bone's busted and you're through the door
 So do the dead, juice the Coupe [bad word] on the livin' dead, ooh you're in the soup
 The livin' dead now baby, like I said now baby, do the dead

 Your carburetor don't carb, got a hammer down this
 Your generator gens but your pistons don't work
 Do the [bad word] for ten
 The surfin dead, c'mon turn it in
 The livin' dead insist, it's the latest twist, do the dead [bad word] run [bad word]  now do it

 Stay sick!

 You square brains out there better beware

 Oh this phantom driver down in the ground
 You better plant 'em right or [bad word] around
 Move out baby, move that mound
 Or they'll dig it up and they'll shut you down
 So c'mon, aw c'mon, aw c'mon . . .

 Now life is short and it's filled with stuff
 So let me know baby when you've had enough
 Oh do the dead, turn blue
 Yeah the surfin' dead, as dead as you
 There's nothing on the radio when you're dead
 There's nothing at the movie show when you're dead
 There's nowhere left for you to go when you're dead
 Do the dead, yeah do the dead
 Do the dead, surfin' dead