{In the trailer version, the chorus repeats, distorted.}
I know your type:
tall, dark, and dead
You want to bite all the petals
off of my head
And then eat the brains of the
one who planted me here (Nooooo!)
I'm just a sunflower but see
me power an entire infantry
You like the taste of brains,
we don't like zombies
I used to play football (footbaaall)
Road cones protect my head (cone on his head)
I have a screen door shield (door shieeeld)
We are the undead!
There's a zombie on your law-awn
There's a zombie on your lawnnn...
There's a zombie on your law-awn
We don't want zombies on the lawn...
Maybe it's time to reevaluate
I know you have a lot of food on your plate
Brains are quite rich in cholesterol
You're dead so it doesn't matter,
Instead we'll use this solar power
to make a lawn defense at any hour.
I like your tricycle (tricycle)
There's butter on my head (on his head)
(Dolphin sound) I'm gonna eat your brains (no no)
We are the undead! (We are SO the undead!)
There's a zombie on your law-awn
There's a zombie on your lawnnn...
There's a zombie on your law-awn
We don't want zombies on the lawn...