Isn’t It Grand, Boys, to Be Walking Undead (lyrics)

Isn't It Grand, Boys, to Be Walking Undead
parody of “Isn't It Grand, Boys
lyrics by Cathy Dailey, music traditional

Performed by Marc Gunn
From CD: Sci Fi Drinking Songs

Look at the corpses, bloated and rotting
Isn't it grand boys to be walking undead? (brains, Brains, BRAINS!)

No time for praying
Just time for a bloody last cry
And always remember the slower you run,
The sooner you'll bloody well die

Look at the people, screaming in terror
Isn't it grand boys to be walking undead? (brains, Brains, BRAINS!)

Look at the preacher, feasting on choir boys (nothing new)
Isn't it grand boys to be walking undead? (brains, Brains, BRAINS!)

Look at the widow, she's next on the menu
Isn't it grand boys to be walking undead? (brains, Brains, BRAINS!)

Look at the flowers, crushed under molded feet
Isn't it grand boys to be walking undead? (brains, Brains, BRAINS!)

Look at the whiskey, let's down the whole barrel
Then it's so grand boys to go hunting undead (brains, Brains, BRAINS!)

Look at the tombstone, see how it's shifting
Up comes the hands of another undead (brains, Brains, BRAINS!)

 

Background: I love it when people send me song lyrics. My good friend, Cathy Dailey, knew I played the traditional Irish song, “Isn't It Grand, Boys“. She wrote a parody all about zombies. It's barrel of dead zombie fun to sing!