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

A sort of rigor mortis was comin' 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 trumpet/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.