Saturday, September 8, 2012

Mama vs. The Zombies

An original compositon inspired by the Facebook post "Mommy, Why Did You Shoot Daddy In The Head? - Explaining the Zombie Apocalypse To Your Children."

The chords are, alas, only in my head at this time. Not to worry, they have plenty of room. As soon as I can figure them out, I will repost accordingly.

Mama vs. The Zombies

It was a dark and stormy night when Daddy headed up our walk
Mama noticed something strange, and told us not to talk
Then quickly as she sent us off to bed
She grabbed that trusty shotgun, and blew off Daddy’s head
She aimed and pulled the trigger, and shot him full of lead
Now he’s dead

She said Daddy was a Zombie, he’d come to kill us all
And if she didn’t stop him, we would die
He’d scoop our brains and eat ‘em just like they was melon balls
And that’s why Mama drilled him, right between the eyes

Well, I won’t forget the sight, not ‘til long after I’m gone
Seein’ my own Zombie Daddy, a-lyin’ on the lawn
Mama told us as she checked the front and back
Said Daddy didn’t have the brains for more than a light snack
To refresh the Zombie army, before they would attack
But she’s got our back

She said Daddy was a Zombie, he was one of the Undead
He’d feast upon the stuff inside our skulls
An’ that was why she grabbed the gun and shot him in the head
If she’d let him get to us, we’d soon be empty hulls

So people hear me far and wide, and listen to my plea
If you got yourselves a shotgun, then keep it near to thee
And listen to the story that I tell
When you see the Zombies comin’, just give us all a yell
Then give the gun to Mama, and she’ll blow them straight to hell
All is well

She said Daddy was a Zombie, and there’s many more around
They’re behind every corner, tree and wall
So grab the nearest gun and put those suckers in the ground
It’s Zombie Armageddon, and we’ve got to kill ‘em all
The Apocalypse’s upon us, so people let’s stand tall

Daddy’s dead…

Now who’s gonna drive the truck?

Mama can’t drive stick…

Copyright 2012 by Bill Klein. All rights reserved, if I have any left.

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