One, two, three!
(Sunflower!) [Chorus]
[There's a zombie on your lawn
There's a zombie on your lawn
There's a zombie on your lawn
We don't want zombies on the lawn.]
{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! [Chorus]
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 bu*ter 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!) [Chorus]
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...