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Zombie on a Surfboard
02:22
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Cruisin down the coast with my buddy from san francisco bay,
Goin down south to party out in west LA
With our sights set on a sexy beach
We found paradise and parked with a screech
Grabbed our boards and our lotion and got ready for a real good time
The beach was crowded there were people running everywhere
Everyone was screaming and shaking acting totally scared
And as I looked out at the setting sun
Saw Something spooky and scary and radically fun
It was a ZOMBIE ON A SURFBOARD
ZOMBIE ON A SURFBOARD
ZOMBIE ON A SURFBOARD
Did a knife on a kite and a jump on a super pipe,
Did a whirly twirly curly and a dozen other tricks that night
I ran over to give him some praise
What a mistake! He bit my face in a craze
And we’re all surfin’ zombies in the ocean tonight
ZOMBIES ON OUR SURFBOARDS
I’ll be surfing with the undead for life!
We’ll be surfin’ with the undead for life!
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Look out it’s a haunted tractor
It’s a demon come to life
It’s takin control of the town
Lock up your doors and hide your wife!
It all started one day
It was sick of mowing hay
It got a taste for blood
Then things went astray
Have you seen to farmer jeffery?
No you can’t! Because he died
If you opened the haunted tractor
You’d see farmer jeffery inside
I can still hear the cows screaming
I can still see the glint of the light
Off the tractors shiny hubcaps
In the pale moonlight
Run down the field
dodge out of the way
Dive into the corn
All just to escape
The jaws of the haunted tractor
The sharp twisted snarl of the gears
Tires grinding through the dirt
Igniting all your fears
Look out there’s the haunted tractor
It’s going to mow you down
It’s gonna kill all of the people
And turn this place into a tractor town!
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Granny Exorcism Party
02:52
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Have you called your grandmother lately
There’s something wrong going up in the house
She’s baking spooky cookies with the fire in her eyes
She’s The devil wearing a convincing grandma disguise
The way she walks
It’s like she has a crook in her thigh
And when she talks
You can tell there’s something lurking inside
The way she knocks
Dad told you she was fine
The way she stalks
But you ain’t never seen her with a twisted spine
Wiggle your knees
Like you’re full of bees
And arms in the air
Like you’re totally scared
Exorcise grandma
With this dance all night
Until the morning light
We can’t control our fright
She’s possessed
Everybody knows it
granny’s possessed
Grandpas not home
Possessed
Everyone knows it
She’s got a twisted smile
sHe’s spewing evil bile
Burning your toys
And all of the clutter
Grandpa ain’t home
He’s been flushed into the gutters
And she’s comin for you
What’s a grandkid to do?
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