"Pretty Fly For A Dead Guy" by Desolator

I have risen from the coffin

(How come you're alive?) Just am, just am
(How come you're alive?) Just am, just am
(How come you're alive?) Just am, just am
And all the living say I'm pretty fly for a dead guy

"I will suck your blood, yeah I'm gonna suck your blood!"

Our graveyard's had a fair share of zombies in the past
But most of 'em were corpses and none of 'em would last
But our new guy's a vampire, I think he'll do the trick
I tell ya, he's a legend - not some ordinary hick

So you think you're cool? Have you seen this ghoul?
He'll suck your blood, if you're an unsuspecting fool
Yeah, he'll bit your neck, then you'll be a wreck
He'll suck you dry, he'll suck you dry

You'll be filled with fear whenever he is near
Cause the undead are queer, so you'd better get outta here
Just hire a necromancer and
Hey! Hey! Do that Undead thing

(How come you're alive?) Just am, just am
(How come you're alive?) Just am, just am
(How come you're alive?) Just am, just am
And all the living say I'm pretty fly for a dead guy

He burns many a corpse, he enjoys a sacrifice
And if you dare to meddle then you're gonna pay the price
He never eats garlic bread, and blood is his only meal
And if you wanna trespass, then your life is his to steal

People used to scoff, now they just get scared off
He's such a killer 'cause he's violent like a goth
But he sleeps at day, at night he'll slay
What's not to fear? What's not to fear?

On his 'holy' days, you know he preys on gays
And he never ever eats garlic bread served with mayonaisse
Just hire a necromancer and
Hey! Hey! Do that Undead thing

When he's raising the living dead, now that you shouldn't miss
When he turns into a bat he sounds something like this (SQUEAK)
They say he's only around at night, and don't give him lip
Otherwise he'll bite your neck and he'll start to have a sip

(How come you're alive?) Just am, just am
(How come you're alive?) Just am, just am
(How come you're alive?) Just am, just am
And all the living say I'm pretty fly for a dead guy

He's scaring us, his heart is pus
He knows how to fly, so he doesn't need a bus
Show up at his grave, he starts to crave
And drinks your blood - he wants your blood

Yah, we fear him lots, so much we get the trots
Now it's time, you must raise zombies from their spots
So hire a necromancer
Otherwise you will get cancer
Just hire a necromancer and
Hey! Hey! Do that Undead thing



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