Pictures by Zombie
(To the tune of Pictures of Lily,
with apologies to Peter Townshend and The Who)

I used to be afraid of moonbats;
I thought they’d swoop and bite.
But then I laid my eyes on zombietime,
And there I saw the light.

For lo! I saw ten thousand pictures
Unfolding on the screen.
And lo! I saw the lamest losers there
That man has ever seen.
That man has ever seen!

Pictures by zombie showed me moonbat lunacy.
Pictures by zombie quelled my moonbat fright.
Pictures by zombie solved my moonbat problem.
Pictures by zombie fixed my moonbat plight.

Pictures by zombie!
Zombie, oh zombie.
Zombie, oh zombie.
Pictures by zombie!

And when I saw the world through zombie’s mind,
I fell in love with zombie.
I yearned to learn where zombie I could find:
’Twas in the cemetery.

Z’s undead – a ghoul that lives in the grave,
And learning this, I cried.
And so I killed myself, our love to save;
Once dead, I then un-died.

Pictures by zombie made undeath so wonderful.
Pictures by zombie helped me stalk at night.
Pictures by zombie solved my mortal problem.
Pictures by zombie made undeath all right.

Now me and zombie live together, in the grave.
And with undying love forever, I will crave
Pictures by zombie.