In a demon dragster hittin' warp speed ten,
Emissions nocturne as I meet a dead end,
Through a hill o' beans to an early groove,
To the zombie hop where I can shake my shoes.
Yeah, you gotta swing it right,
At the zombie hop tonight,
Beelzebub and Mickey Devil wait inside for me.
I caught a zeroplane to voodootown,
Some chicken beads to chilli down,
Bleeding eyes make a red u-bend,
Situation me no comprehend.
Yeah you gotta swing it right...
Yeah you gotta swing it at the zombie hop tonight,
At the zombie hop tonight now baby,
yeah, wo-o-o-oah!
Superglue for my broken dreams,
Runnin' and cryin' 'til it's past our means,
Is there a doctor in this house?
Apes in space and stepping out.
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