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...