Carol of the Brains — A Zombie Christmas Parody by Not literally Lyrics

Hark! how the brains
Sweet, squishy brains
All seem to say
“Dead come and play.”
Z-Day is here
Death must be near
For young and old
(…mostly the old.)

Brains, brains, brains, brains
Rotting remains
Make zombies sing
All shambling
Hear people plead
Groans while we feed
From ev’rywhere
Filling the air

Oh how they cry
When we pass by
Missing a lung
Eating their young
Like a bad dream
Hear people scream
Their brains are fresh
We’ll eat their flesh
Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry zombies
Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry zombies
Lend us your еar
Oh, can’t you hear
Our undead groans
Outside your homеs

Brains, brains, brains, brains