The Zombie

Are you ready? (yeah!) I got a brand new dance here for you This one, it's called, the Zombie When you hear that zombie rockin' slow Till the break o' dawn in the Congo Ain't gonna lay to rest, till the mornin' light Gonna raise some sand in the dead o' night (To the left, to the right) My mama hear them mumblin' low (Till the dawn breakin' light) They go shufflin', shufflin', across the floor (In the dead of the night) Can you hear the little children cry? (Cryin' "Mama, mama") Watchout! Zombie's a terrible fright This old new sensation Another stone cold hit Coming up out the radio It go so slow, it don't never quit Man, you can't fight it, don't even try Left and right, they's goin' in drag-step time This old repetition make 'em lose their mind So children Direct your feet right way on along That all infectious beat, c'mon Everyone you know's out in the street We gon' see if you can't sing along When you hear that zombie rockin' slow Till the break o' dawn in the Congo Ain't gonna lay to rest, till the mornin' light Gonna raise some sand in the dead o' night (To the left, to the right) My mama hear them mumblin' low (Till the dawn breakin' light) They go shufflin', shufflin', across the floor (In the dead of the night) Can you hear the little children cry? (Cryin' "Mama, mama") Watchout! Zombie's a terrible fright I grown so afraid of the man in the street With a finger on the pulse, look dead on his feet Way he say, "All I wanna do is eat, and eat" I close my eyes But why can I not rest? Cause the fear of death that do not die Unsettle me where I lie That's why I bring them my best old slow-footed jump Here rolling with the things in the night go bump I wanna rid my head of all that nasty, niggling junk When you hear that zombie rockin' slow Till the break o' dawn in the Congo Ain't gonna lay to rest, till the mornin' light Gonna raise some sand in the dead o' night (To the left, to the right) My mama hear them mumblin' low (Till the dawn breakin' light) They go shufflin', shufflin', across the floor (In the dead of the night) Can you hear the little children cry? (Cryin' "Mama, mama") Watchout! Zombie's a terrible fright