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we have a mix we dig out this time of year

 

from what I recall, it at least has:

 

Zombie Zoo -- Tom Petty

The Monster Mash

Werewolves of London - Warren Zevon

Time Warp - Rocky Horror

I'm a Ghost -- Ted Leo

Story of the Ghost -- Phish

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Zombie Jamboree!!

 

Well, now, back to back, belly to belly, well, I don't give a damn 'cause I done that already, back to back

Belly to belly at the zombie jamboree.(Repeat) (Now hear the chorus) (You can feel that) (Oh, what a good game)(You're all alone, you know)

Zombie jamboree took place in a New York cemetery (Where?) Zombie jamboree took place in Long Island cemetery.

Zombies from all parts of the island. (Where?) Some of them are great calypsonians. (Some.)

Since the season was carnival they got together in bacchanal. Oh, what ya' doin'?

 

One female zombie wouldn't behave. She say she want me for a slave.

In the one hand she's holding a quart of wine, in the other she's pointing that she'll be mine.

Well, believe me folks, I had to run. (Why?) A husband of a zombie ain't no fun! (Don't knock it!)

I says, Oh, no, my turtle dove, that old bag of bones I cannot love. Oh, what you doin'?

 

Right then and there she raise her feet. I'm a-going to catch you now, my sweet.

I'm gonna make you call me 'Sweetie Pie'. I says Oh, no, get back, you lie!

I may be lyin' but you will see (What?) After you kiss this dead zombie. (Blah!)

Well, I never seen such a horror in my life. Can you imagine me with a zombie wife? (Yes!)

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First time I heard it was dead of night at Leatherwood Campground in the middle of the Kentucky woods. I was seven. I fucking hate Vincent Price, that asshole.

 

Pussy.

 

Darkness falls across the land

The midnight hour is close at hand

Creatures crawl in search of blood

To terrorize y'awl's neighborhood

And whosoever shall be found

Without the soul for getting down

Must stand and face the hounds of hell

And rot inside a corpse's shell

The foulest stench is in the air

The funk of forty thousand years

And grizzly ghouls from every tomb

Are closing in to seal your doom

And though you fight to stay alive

Your body starts to shiver

For no mere mortal can resist

The evil of the thriller

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FZ - The Torture Never Stops

 

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair

Prisoners grumble and piss their clothes and scratch their matted hair

A tiny light from a window hole a hundred yards away

Is all they ever get to know about the regular life in the day;

An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'

'N weepin' greenish drops

In the room where the giant fire puffer works

'N the torture never stops

The torture never stops

 

Slime 'n rot, rats 'n snot 'n vomit on the floor

Fifty ugly soldiers, man, holdin' spears by the iron door

Knives 'n spikes 'n guns 'n the likes of every tool of pain

An' a sinister midget with a bucket an' a mop where the blood goes down the drain;

 

An' it stinks so bad the stones been chokin'

'N weepin' greenish drops

In the room where the giant fire puffer works

'N the torture never stops

The torture never stops

The torture

The torture

The torture never stops.

 

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair

An evil prince eats a steamin' pig in a chamber right near there

He eats the snouts 'n the trotters first

The loin's 'n the groin's is soon dispersed

His carvin' style is well rehearsed

He stands and shouts

All men be cursed

All men be cursed

All men be cursed

All men be cursed

And disagree, well, no one durst

He's the best of course of all the worst

Some wrong been done, he done it first

 

(Well, well) An' he stinks so bad, his bones been chokin'

(Yeah) 'N weepin' greenish drops,

(Well) In the night of the iron sausage,

(Well) Where the torture never stops

The torture never stops

The torture

The torture

The torture never stops.

 

Flies all green 'n buzzin' in his dungeon of despair

Who are all those people that he's locked away up there

Are they crazy?,

Are they sainted?

Are they zeros someone painted?

It has never been explained since at first it was created

But a dungeon like a sin

Requires naught but lockin' in

Of everything that's ever been

Look at her

Look at him

That's what's the deal we're dealing in

That's what's the deal we're dealing in

That's what's the deal we're dealing in

That's what's the deal we're dealing in

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