Be My Zombie

To the tune of Stand By Me, by Ben E. King

When your limbs are numb
And you've lost that spark
And you groan and are always quite hungry
No I won't run away
No I won't run away
It's not wrong, if you'll be my zombie

And snarling, snarling, be my zombie
Oh now be my zombie
Oh be my zombie, my zombie

If it's brains, that you feast upon
And you shamble and crawl
And your skin is all rotten and turns green
I won't fire, I won't fire
No I won't shoot you, dear
It's not wrong, if you'll be my zombie

And snarling, snarling, be my zombie
Oh now, be my zombie
Oh be my zombie, my zombie

So snarling, snarling, be my zombie
Oh now, be my zombie
Oh be now, my zombie, my zombie

When you're resurrected won't you be my zombie
Oh now, be my zombie
Oh won't you be my zombie, my zombie

[Zombaritaville]