When I’m Killin’ Zombies
*To the tune of “When I’m Cleanin’ Windows” by George Formby.
Now I go killin’ zombies to keep m’self alive
Wandering round the suburbs with me handy MP5
Now it’s a job that don’t suit me
But zombie killer you would be
If you could see the hell I see
When I’m killin’ zombies
Armageddon’s just a blast!
If only virus worked that fast
The things I do to save me arse
When I’m killin’ zombies
In my profession I’ll work hard
But I’ll never stop
I’ll kill these blasted zombies
Until I’ve had me lot
The zombie bride, she looks divine
The groom escaped her just in time
A wedding’s just a battle line
When I’m killin’ zombies
The living dead just want your brains
Don’t care for your cash or chains
The streets run red until it rains
When I’m killin’ zombies
The virus claimed this camera guy
Who ate the brains of Stephen Fry
Who knew the dead could quote QI?
When I’m killin’ zombies
In my profession I’ll work hard
But I’ll never stop
I’ll kill these blasted zombies
Until I’ve had me lot
Undead walking side by side
Arms outstretched and eyes all wide
There’s no emotion left inside
When I’m killin’ zombies
—— Instrumental ——
This living nightmare ain’t no fun
I’d never leave without my gun
Won’t stop until the battle’s won
When I’m killin’ zombies
My comrade clutches his behind
Got bitten on his… never mind
Natural selection isn’t kind
When I’m killin’ zombies
In my profession I’ll work hard
But I’ll never stop
I’ll kill these blasted zombies
Until I’ve had me lot
A zombie staggers down the street
One head shot and that guy’s dead meat
I’ll shoot ‘em back until I’m beat
When I’m killin’ zombies
When I’m killin’ zombies
——————————
Lyrics to “When I’m Killin’ Zombies” ©Hannah Sterry 2013. All rights reserved.
Some people write love songs. I write about the zombie apocalypse. Fair’s fair.
0.000000
0.000000
Hannah Sterry 