Sunday, Sunday half past two.
Slowly they crept through, the bedroom.
Tried to fight the filthy swordmen
But to no avail--so many!

My granny's dead
Murdered in bed
A bloody spike, inside her head
But we mustn't worry, for death will never keep my gran
My granny, she will rise again
As Zombie Queen
Yes, Zombie Queen

 (My granny's dead)
Aaahhhaahaaaahhaaaha aaah

Cruel kin sent them to behead me
But it failed.  See me, your Zombie Queen.

Granny's un-dead (Granny’s undead, Granny’s undead)
Pumped full of lead (Granny’s undead, Granny’s undead)
Strangled and hanged, and poison-fed
But we mustn't worry, for death will never keep my gran
Old lady, you will rise again
As Zombie Queen
Yes, Zombie Queen


(Granny's un-dead)
(Inside her head’s)
(A lust for brains, and sweet revenge)
Her sonny should worry, she’s coming just around the bend
My granny’s come alive again
As Zombie Queen
Yes, Zombie Queen!!