I was out taking a walk late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
In the graveyard nearby I saw something rise
They were zombies to my surprise
They were the dead
They were the really dead
The really dead
Some were missing their head
Missing their head
It was something to dred
Something to dred
They were the really dead
In the distance I saw Walker’s castle east
But tonight in the graveyard would be the feast.
The zombies all came from their underground abodes
To see Walker and his poisonous toads
They were the dead
They were the really dead
The really dead
Some were missing their head
Missing their head
It was something to dred
Something to dred
They were the really dead
The zombies were having fun
The party had just begun
The guests included Fitzie
And the Kochs kinda twisty
The graveyard was rockin’, all were digging some holes
Walker drove posts backed by some baying voles
The MacGiver-brain deads were about to arrive
With their vocal group, “Truth Cannot Abide”
They were the dead
They were the really dead
The really dead
Some were missing their head
Missing their head
It was something to dred
Something to dred
They were the really dead
From behind Walker, Gable’s voice did sound
It was obvious he was not profound
He grabbed a hammer and pounded a stake
And said, “How come I sound like a barking snake?”
They were the dead
They were the really dead
The really dead
Some were missing their head
Missing their head
It was something to dred
Something to dred
They were the really dead
Now everything’s cool, Walker still has no brain
As for the people there still is no train
For you, the living, you must stand tall
Don’t stop what you’re doing, we must win this recall
They are still the dead
They still are really dead
They’re really dead
Some were missing their head
Missing their head
No longer something to dred
Something to dred
Time to go to bed.
With apologies to Bobby Pickett
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