The good news: I'm in love. The bad news: the girl's a zombie. Yeah, well...it's always something.
Brand new old songs of the '30s, '40s, '50s and '60s.
Lyrics
There’s a bad moon risin’, man…that’s all right
It means I’m gonna see my baby tonight.
My baby is an undead woman, my baby is an undead woman
My baby is an undead woman—she’s plenty woman for me.
She got the old black magic, got the long black hearse
My baby got the voodoo curse
My baby is an undead woman—she's kind of cute, but she ain’t quite human
My baby is an undead woman—Z-O-M-B-I-E.
My blood runs cold and my choppers gnash
My baby’s doin’ the Monster Mash
My baby is an undead woman, my baby is an undead woman
She’s a stone cold dancer, she’s a necromancer—she's U-N-D-E-A-D.
She got a black cat’s bone, she got a mojo too
She got the boogity-boogity-boogity-boogity-boogity-boogity shoo
(INSTR last two lines)
She boogie in the graveyard, she boogie in the crypt
She boogie in the coffin, and she wipe it on her lip (Eeewww)
My baby is an undead woman, my baby’s into gravesite groomin’
My baby is an undead woman—D.O.A - V.I.P.
I looked at my watch and it was time to go
Baby gotta be home when the rooster crow
My baby is an undead woman, my baby spends the day en-tombin’
My baby is an undead woman—she's a Z-O-M-B-I-E.
My baby is an undead woman, my baby is an undead woman
My baby is an undead woman, my baby is an undead woman
She’s an undead woman—and she ain’t quite human
But she’s plenty woman for me.
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