I can't believe the news that George Romero's dead I bet that he's a zombie Isn't that ironic? Now he's coming to get me All of those movies that I am afraid of Don't mean a thing if the king's not around Board up your doors, he's on his way George Romero's trying to bite me Uncool He punched through the windows with his rotting hands Bit Danny on the neck We ran to the basement But that didn't stop him All of the zombies that I run away from Never compared to something like this One of us down, two left to go George Romero's trying to eat my insides Not cool Dammit