Zombie Prostitute

I was alone, and I needed a date I was takin' a walk past the cemetery gate When I, I saw a sign that said, "For a good time Take a left down at tombstone number eight" Went through the gateway, and I'm pretty sure I Saw some eyes peepin' out of a sepulchre I took a step into the Tomb of ill repute That's where I met her, the zombie prostitute I grabbed her left breast, and I'm pretty sure I tore it I said, "Go down," but she didn't have the stomach for it Her teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out to boot But all in all, she was a rotten kind cute While I was tense, it was plain to see A sort of rigor mortis was comin' over me I didn't want to see it, but I just had to believe it I had a stiffy for the stiff in front of me Morally, I'm destitute In the tomb of ill repute She's a rotten kinda cute For a zombie prostitute Now I'm fallin' apart from my head down to my toes I don't know which of my organs is the next to go I've been such a sleaze since she gave me the disease Wouldn't you know, now I'm a Zombie Gigolo I took my first client on a date We took a walk to the cemetery gate I got under her slip, but then, I heard a rip I pulled it out, and I said, "Baby, keep the tip" Morally, I'm destitute In the tomb of ill repute She's a rotten kinda cute For a zombie prostitute