| All down the street they’re standin' in line
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| With white lipstick and one thing on their mind
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| Hey little freak with the lunch pail purse
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| Underneath the paint you’re just a little girl
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| Dancin' at the Zombie Zoo, dancin' at the Zombie Zoo
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| Painted in a corner and all you wanna do Is dance down at the Zombie Zoo
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| Cute little dropout, how come you pack a rod
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| Is your mother in a clinic? |
| has your father got no job?
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| Sometimes you’re so impulsive,
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| You shaved off all your hair
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| You look like Boris Karloff and you don’t even care
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| You’re dancin' at the Zombie Zoo
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| Dancin' at the Zombie Zoo
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| Painted in a corner and all you wanna do is dance down at the
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| Zombie Zoo
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| She disappears at sunrise, I wonder where
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| She goes until
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| The night comes fallin' down again she shows
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| Up with her friends half-alive
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| You can make a big impression or Go through life unseen
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| You might wind up restricted and over seventeen
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| It’s so hard to be careful, so easy to be led
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| Somewhere beyond the pavement
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| You’ll find the living dead |