There is a lust for death She looks so beautiful when She's not breathing I pick her up from her grave site Her flesh is rotting and I'll Dig her up tonight Her dress is still stained with red Even though she's dead She's in the back of my hearse Go to a drive in movie I think I know what's coming Her face is falling apart Died 1956 and Tonight she's coming back to life Her dress is still stained with red Even though she's dead She's my zombie girl Do do do wop She's my zombie girl Do do do wop She's my zombie girl Do do do wop She's my zombie girl Do do do wop She's my zombie Do do do wop She's my zombie girl Do do do wop She's my zombie girl Do do do wop She's my zombie girl Do do do wop She's my zombie girl