Harley got devoured by the undead
Walking down in some forgotten tomb
You can say there's no such thing as zombies
But that's how Harley Warren met his doom
He'd been readin' lots of weird books, and I begged him not to go
But he'd brook no procrastination to learn the truths that mankind mustn't know
When we reached the cemetery, with our lights and telephone
He descended in the darkness and he left me waiting for him all alone
Harley got devoured by the undead
Lurking down in some ol' wizards tomb
You can say there's no such thing as zombies
But that's how Harley Warren met his doom
Well I waited and I waited for some word from down below
And then ol' Harley started screaming, "Run, my God, now, Carter, go man go!"
So I stood alone in horror, paralyzed with fear and dread
When a voice dead and inhuman whispered to me, "Oh, you fool, Warren's dead!"
Harley got devoured by the undead
Lurking down in some ol' wizards tomb
You can say there's no such thing as zombies
But that's how Harley Warren met his doom
Again I say, I do not know what has become of Harley Warren, though I think - almost hope - that he is in peaceful oblivion, if there be anywhere so blessed a thing. It's true that I have for five years been his closest friend, and a partial sharer of his terrible research into the unknown. But I must insist that I know nothing save what I have already sung
Harley got devoured by the undead
Lurking down in some ol' wizards tomb
You can say there's no such thing as zombies
But that's how Harley Warren met his doom