There’s a rumor up in the air that a big legend has no hair
He’s runnin around without his wig like a sad little Porky Pig
He got no style, he got no goat, he’s a sad masquerader like a fairy coat
He’s the Zombie From Albuquerque
Stepping through the corny suits, he got a vision of where to schnooze
But not an operator on his game, he’ll always wind up getting played
He got no style, he got no vogue, its kind of uncomfortable like your granny’s pantyhose
He’s the Zombie From Albuquerque
He pumps it hard on his daily data squad, ribbons and piss bliss like a missile dik
But there’s no explosion, he’s got a Mr Floppy, and I feel sorry he’s missing Aphrodite
Call me “Magulkin,” I’m a beetle to buzz. Squeeze yer nipples hard, lactate spicy pork buns
He’s the Zombie From Albuquerque
His sun is setting in his plastic shoes of the breakdown of the self turns one into Looney Tunes
But there’s no plateau or nice view, the moon is laughing while he’s clueless of his blues
Don’t look now, he’s humping a cow, its a milky-cream party, gonna spray it on your crown
Zombie From Albuquerque
Ten soldiers and Egypt's runnin, I hear the drumbeat coming
Cairo’s out, on our own, 4 dead and a gyro
Butter on my hands, sugar on my lips, gonna suck you hard like a popsicle stick
A million zombies rushing through the door, my drumbeats scared ‘em, each beat a bloody gore
Yoda can’t keep my drums from saving Princess Leah, Kryptonite can’t foil my drums -- Lex Luther: yo, see ya!
Wriggle my universe, pop the twerp, the Carvin is cool, I’m not a jerk
Aloha from Spain, a Love Boat insane, don’t call me Coltrane, I’ve got a sketchy name
Its 1812 in my pants tonight, dust off my horse and hold daddy tight
Cradle my cannonballs, give 'em some love, Abe Lincoln's nose puffed up like a dove
Not a flashy dancer, I drink salty acid, quality romancer, I’ve eaten in a mansion
Hide the contraband boiling point, it’ll explode -- what a snowy joint
Its Year One and I'm looking badass, my brick house rocks but it ain’t gonna last
I found my camel on my wife in a barn, she was spinning his junk like a pink ball of yarn
Running from the law, I eat coleslaw. I go bald, disguise the fall
Tourniquet bled all the way down, gotta get sewed up by Dr. Greyhound
How many buttons will it take to call you, when will your peaches be ripe in a tutu?
Don't you know I'm waiting for your twat? Bust your monkey, let's see what you got
Commune walls force me down, living in sin: gotta keep me wound
Visitor navigation: wrong way round -- lost in space, jump on my mound
Butter on my hands, sugar on my lips, gonna suck you hard like a popsicle stick