One, two, three, ooh There's a zombie on your lawn There's a zombie on your lawn (yeah) There's a zombie on your lawn We don't want zombies on the lawn (yeah) 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 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 (football) Road cones protect my head (cone on his head) I have a screen-door shield (screen-door shield) We are the undead! There's a zombie on your lawn There's a zombie on your lawn (yeah) There's a zombie on your lawn We don't want zombies on the lawn (yeah) 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 the tricycle (tricycle) There's butter on my head (on his head) I'm gonna eat your brains (oh, no, no, no) We are the undead! There's a zombie on your lawn There's a zombie on your lawn (yeah) There's a zombie on your lawn We don't want zombies on the lawn (yeah)