1, 2, 3 There's a zombie on your lawn! There's a zombie on your lawn! There's a zombie on your lawn! We don't want zombies on the lawn
I know your type: tall, dark, and dead You want to bite all the petals off of my head And then eat the brains of The one who planted me here I'm just a sunflower but see Me power an entire infantry You like the taste of brains We don't like zombies!
I used to play football Road cones protect my head I have a screen-door shield We are the undead!
There's a zombie on your lawn! There's a zombie on your lawn! There's a zombie on your lawn! We don't want zombies on the lawn
Maybe it's time to reevaluate I know you have a lot of food on your plate Brains are quite rich in cholesterol You're dead so it doesn't matter, Instead we'll use this solar power To make a lawn defense at any hour
I like your tricycle There's butter on my head I'm gonna eat your brains We are the undead!
There's a zombie on your lawn! There's a zombie on your lawn! There's a zombie on your lawn! We don't want zombies on the lawn