The first post-apocalypse filk

[hoa nguyen]

ZOMBIE FARM (Sung to the tune of Bob Dylan's "Maggie's Farm")

I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.
Well, I get thrown in a cop car,
Just minding my own affairs.
Then some racist cop
Ends up taking me there.
With this damn cloud overhead, looks like it's gonna pour.
I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.

I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.
Well, they hide in the shadows,
Wait to club you with a mace.
And if you shoot them down
Acid splashes in your face,
Why, oh why, did we go underneath that floor.
I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.

I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.
Well, this place is weird,
Some kinda secret base.
Government creeps must be
Trying to create the master race.
It just may be time to leave and shut the door.
Ah, I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.

I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.
Well, I got some sheriff hick
Wants to lock me up again.
I just wanna leave Taos,
Get myself back to Houston.
Before the green cloud rolled in this place was just a bore.
I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.

I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.
No, I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.
Well, it's creepy as hell,
All this wandering underground.
Just waiting for some zombie,
To splash acid all around.
Keep it off my face, don't want no open sore.
I ain't gonna work on the zombie farm no more.

[hoa nguyen]

WHAT THE HELL'S THAT CLOUD (Sung to the tune of "Get Off of My Cloud" by the Rolling Stones)

I live in Taos, New Mexico, and I just can't wait to leave
I been thrown in a cop car and given the third degree
Then we haul ass down a dirt road to some dusty old farm
And there's a green cloud overhead looks like it can do me harm

I said, Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
I'll leave the gawking to the crowd
What's that cloud, baby

The cop car's stopped running, it's sitting just like a brick
And the green fog overhead is starting to make me sick
The cop locks me inside to get out and do some crowd control
I think it's about high time I break out and take a little stroll

I said, Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
I'll leave the gawking to the crowd
What's that cloud, baby

I bust out of the cop car, run and hide in the corn field
Hoping I can find some kinda weapon to wield
Tell me why did I just join up with this weird band of guys
They led me into the zombie horde and my likely demise

II said, Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
I'll leave the gawking to the crowd
What's that cloud, baby

II said, Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
Hey! You! What the hell's that cloud
I'll leave the gawking to the crowd

[Brand Nar Gath]

the best part of these posts is that I have no idea who is who.  its  & 

[hoa nguyen]

the best part of these posts is that I have no idea who is who.  its  & 

And I bet you can't guess either. 

[Johnny The Cook]

Very difficult to guess who the filkers are.

"Zombie Farm" to the tune of Frank Zappa's "Rhymin' Man"

Zombie Farm,
Full of harm,
The dead walking,
With no charm -
Bite on this - Bite on that
I sense the need for combat!

It was a slow night down at Luv’s,
And a green cloud roiled up above,
I clocked out and grabbed a knife
And headed off in search of strife
I heard the CB bulletin,
Figured I’d help to the cop’s chagrin
Looks like there’s trouble on the farm -
So Buck said, “you’ll need this firearm”

Zombie Farm,
Full of harm,
The dead walking,
With no charm -
Splat on this - Splat on that
I sense the need for combat!

Went through the door and found a pit,
But it didn’t matter, not one bit
I got out with ninja moves,
Reset the trap though John Law disapproves
Round the corner to my surprise
There was a zombie covered in flies
It came at me and tried to whack,
But Buck’s trusty shotgun knocked him back

Zombie Farm,
Full of harm,
The dead walking,
With no charm -
Rip on this - Scrape on that
I sense the need for combat!

The shotgun’s got just five shells
But there’s plenty more zombies in these cells
Pretty soon the gun was spent
But there were still zombies to some extent
No undead’s getting me so listen bub
I flipped it over, wielded it as a club.

Shotgun club!
(Shotgun club)
Zombies been drubbed!
So thanks Buck -
Sorry bout the muck
They claw at this
And they claw at that
I sense the need…
For continuing combat!