Two roosters I slew    and with all of my might   I prayed, hard, for you   in Haiti at night   Your skin has turned blue   and your hair has turned white   Must be the voodoo   of this Haitian moonlight      We can't take day trips    but Oh! those moonlight strolls   dressed up in silk slips,   high heels and mink stoles   You swivel your hips   as I work the controls   No blood ever drips   when I widen your holes      zombie boy...      You seem to have died   of some form of the pox   They left you inside   your tiny black box   I heard when you cried   and I answered your knocks   Let's make you a bride   with another two cocks      You look pretty pure   for so long in the ground   You smell like a sewer   but you don't make a sound   I feed you ordure   to keep Poopsie spellbound   I like to be sure   you'll be sticking around      zombie boy...