A Very Weird Man, with a Very Weird Hand Lyrics

There's a very weird man with a very weird hand

His staff is stranger still

He turns folks into zombies

And that against their will

What does he need these zombies for

An army of the dead

Mostly to cause panic: an undue amount of dread

He sends them to the swimming pool

He sends them to the park

He sends them to the movies

When daylight turns to dark

They moan and groan and make a fuss

And can't be held to task

They're zombies though, and don't you know

You shouldn't even ask.