Everybody's filking for the weekend

[hoa nguyen]

JUST WHO IS THAT CYBORG ON THE SNOWCAT (Sung to the tune of "How Much is that Doggie in the Window" by Patti Page)

Just who is that cyborg on the SnowCat (bang, bang)
The one with the gattling gun
Just who is that cyborg on the SnowCat (bang, bang)
I do think we might need to run

I took a trip through the snow banks
To cross an iced-over stream
But then came a big, armored cyborg
Who could stun with a piercing scream

Just who is that cyborg on the SnowCat (bang, bang)
The one with the gattling gun
Just who is that cyborg on the SnowCat (bang, bang)
I do think we might need to run

His big red eye sure was threatening
But with enough bullets he did fall
We pryed open his sand-filled armor
And found no one inside at all

Was he a government agent
Was he from the Cobra enclave
Was he a freelance killer
Or was he Oprah's sex slave

Just who is that cyborg on the SnowCat (bang, bang)
The one with the gattling gun
Just who is that cyborg on the SnowCat (bang, bang)
I do think we might need to run

[hoa nguyen]

WHEN YOU'RE EATEN IN YOUR SLEEP (Sung to the tune of "When You're Talking in Your Sleep" by The Romantics)

When I close my eyes to go to sleep
I worry where Officer Mike creeps
He's getting more undead all the time
And on our brains he may soon dine

I'll tell you that he scares me
I'll tell you that he spooks me
I'll tell you that he chills me
And you know that I'm correct
'Cause he's drooling on my neck

You don't hear the zombie when he creeps
When you're eaten in your sleep
You don't hear the zombie when he creeps
When you're eaten in your sleep

When I curl up in my sleeping bag at night
I worry I won't live to see morning light
With that zombie cop laying next to me
I think I might end up fricasseed

I'll tell you that he scares me
I'll tell you that he spooks me
I'll tell you that he chills me
And you know that I'm right
'Cause his stomach growls in the night

You don't hear the zombie when he creeps
When you're eaten in your sleep
You don't hear the zombie when he creeps
When you're eaten in your sleep
You don't hear the zombie when he creeps
When you're eaten in your sleep
You don't hear the zombie when he creeps
When you're eaten in your sleep

I keep hoping that he'll leave me be
Keep telling him Clem has got more meat
I'm just too bony for him to devour
And if he eats me he'll just be hungry in an hour

I'll tell you that he scares me
I'll tell you that he spooks me
I'll tell you that he chills me
And you know that it's a fact
He's gonna eat my digestive tract

You don't hear the zombie when he creeps
When you're eaten in your sleep
You don't hear the zombie when he creeps
When you're eaten in your sleep
You don't hear the zombie when he creeps
When you're eaten in your sleep
You don't hear the zombie when he creeps
When you're eaten in your sleep

[Johnny The Cook]

Asian Skin Tones (to the tune of "My Favorite Things" from The Sound of Music)

Maybe she’s waxy or maybe just pasty
You might call her sallow but don’t be too hasty
With flesh the color of moldering bones
How would you describe her Asian skin tones.

I wouldn’t say golden but rather choose tawny
Not that it matters to a horndog like Johnny
Her tattoos look as if drawn on fulvous stones
How would you describe her Asian skin tones.

She seems pigmented with a little saffron
Like the paper you might draw a giraffe on
Reminds me of the briefs of Fred Flintstone
How would you describe her Asian skin tones.

When Joe Jack pines
And looks for signs
When he’s feeling sad
He should just remember those Asian skin tones
And how the kids might be plaid

[Repeat all verses]

[Sister Bea Attitude]

Oh, Paul!  How you've out done yourself!  Fulvous--fantastic!  Rhyming Saffron with Giraffe on--inspired!    sad with plaid

[hoa nguyen]

Oh, Paul!  How you've out done yourself!  Fulvous--fantastic!  Rhyming Saffron with Giraffe on--inspired!    sad with plaid

Agreed. He don't rhyme for the sake of riddlin'.

[hoa nguyen]

CAN'T HAVE MY SKIN TONE (Sung to the tune of "Can't Find My Way Home" by Blind Faith)

You've been down underground where sunlight can't be found
You're getting paler each day
You just have envy ‘cause you're challenged pigmentally
Don't you wish you looked more like me

[Chorus:]
You'd stand in queue to have my golden hue
You're just jealous and you can't have my skin tone

Better find a tanning bed somewhere overhead
You're getting paler each day
But you whiteys know, you’ll never have my saffron glow
Don't you wish you looked more like me

[Chorus]

You can't have my skin tone
You can't have my skin tone
You can't have my skin tone
You can't have my skin tone
You can't have my skin tone
You can't have my skin tone
You can't have my skin tone
You can't have my skin tone

[Johnny The Cook]

I'll tell you that he scares me
I'll tell you that he spooks me
I'll tell you that he chills me
And you know that I'm right
'Cause his stomach growls in the night

This captures my sentiments exactly. I'm concerned. We need to convince Officer Friendly to part with the exoskeleton. Perhaps Buck can fashion an audio jammer from the siren parts to cancel out the brown noise.

[Shotoku]

On Top of the Food Chain (sung to the tune of "On Top of the World" by The Carpenters)

Such a hunger's comin over me
Sister Bea's aura's the only thing I see
not a star in the sky
snow blinding my eyes
and wont she be surprised when she cant scream?

every human being that I see
Is a happy meal meant to be
And my destiny's clear
and as long as I'm here
I'll keep taking human life force into me

Im on the top of the food chain lookin down my party
and I think it's just a matter of time
till the strength that I've found calls my appetite to pound
all your brains out and then feed on your soul

Something in the suit has called my name
And its tellin me my body's not the same
I'm stronger than the trees and my touch is your death wheeze
and is that Armitage now calling out for me?

but does all this death weigh on my mind?
I've pondered this so long that I find
that humans should be a source of nourishment for me
All I need will be mine if you (guys) are here (let's hear it for Johnny's breeding program!)

Im on the top of the food chain lookin down my party
and I think it's just a matter of time
till the strength that I've found calls my appetite to pound
all your brains out and then feed on your soul

Im on the top of the food chain lookin down my party
and I think it's just a matter of time
till the strength that I've found calls my appetite to pound
all your brains out and then feed on your soul

[Akker Redd]

Beware of Mike  ("Trust In Me" from the jungle book, by richard m. sherman and robert b. sherman)

Beware of Mike, be scared of Mike
Sleep in shifts and Beware of Mike
Your not safe when he's around
Waiting to beat you down

Bea its your number
You will be missed
Without some defenses
You will cease to exist

Beware of Mike, be scared of Mike
Eating your soul is what he'd like

[hoa nguyen]

SNOWY DAYS AND ZOMBIES GET ME DOWN (Sung to the tune of "Rainy Days and Mondays Get Me Down" by the Carpenters)

Walking the surface and feeling glum
So, this is the apocalypse
Everything's blown to bits
Nothing left alive, not much could survive
Snowy days and zombies always get me down

Why are there so many zombies on the loose
Sure wish they would refrain
From gnawing on my brain
Shambling all about, they really gross me out
Snowy days and zombies always get me down

Funny but it seems I always wander with no clue
It'd be nice to go someplace for advice
Funny but it seems that its the only thing to do
To run and find Oprah for advice

Would it have been better if I had died?
I'm a scavernger in the waste
Just looking for my place
Looking for a bullet or a tool, tried the Wal-Mart and the school
Snowy days and zombies always get me down

Funny but it seems that its the only thing to do
To run and find Oprah for advice

Nothing' left alive, not much could survive
Snowy days and zombies always get me down

[Shotoku]

Circle of Death (sung to the tune of "The Circle of Life" by Elton John and Tim Rice from The Lion King soundtrack)

Nants ingonyama poorsap bagithi Baba  [Here comes some prey, Mike]
Sithi uhm nun-ingonyama           [Oh yes, it's a nun]

Nants ingonyama bagithi baba
Sithi uhhmm ingonyama
Ingonyama-ingnoramous

Siyo Nqoba-nunmeat                   [I'm going to feast]
Ingonyama
Ingonyama nengw' enamabala    [A party of prey come to this open place]

[Chant repeats]

From the day we were bombed at the shelter
And skulking, closed ourselves in
I've become more than I could ever have been
More to come before this could end
They're afraid, and frankly I dont blame them
It's scary this new life I've found
But as long as we have enemies
They have nothing to fear of me
just keep a fresh crop of victims comin' round

It's the Circle of Death
and it envelopes us all
There is no hope just dispair
no faith or love
Till we find our place
as the path ends at my feet
In the Circle
The Circle of Death

It's the Circle of Death
and it envelopes us all
There is no hope just dispair
no faith or love
Till we find our place
as the path ends at my feet
In the Circle
The Circle of Death

[Johnny The Cook]

It's the Circle of Death
and it envelopes us all
There is no hope just dispair
no faith or love
Till we find our place
as the path ends at my feet
In the Circle
The Circle of Death

This should be a Slayer song.

[Shotoku]

oh but it is

[Johnny The Cook]

It's too bad our ladies did not know about GlamGuns.com before the apocalypse. They could have stocked up:





All the fashionable girls should have one.

[hoa nguyen]

It's too bad our ladies did not know about GlamGuns.com before the apocalypse. They could have stocked up:





All the fashionable girls should have one.

Oh fuck. I want one now.