Zombie Jamboree Back to Back, Belly to Belly, I don't give a damn, I done that already One female zombie wouldn't behave, see how she jumping out of the grave In one hand she holding rum, with the other hand she knocking conga drum The lead singer start to make his rhyme, while the other zombies rattling in time One bystander had this to say, it was a trick to see the zombies break away Back to Back, Belly to Belly, I don't give a damn, I done that already Now I must speak to Miss Bridget Bardot, and say Miss Bardot take it slow Cause all the men think they're Casanova, when they see that she's barefoot all over Even old men out in Topeka, find their hearts are getting weaker and weaker So we must ask her for your sake and mine, at least wear her earrings part of the time Back to Back, Belly to Belly, I don't give a damn, I done that already Now they beating wah drums in the Congo, and the beatniks are beating the bongo So it's up to us, you and me, to put an end to this catastrophe We must appeal to their goodness of heart, to pitch in and all do their part Cause if this atomic war begin, they won't even have a part to pitch in And we'll be singing Back to Back, Belly to Belly, I don't give a damn, I done that already Back to your grace now Now cover up with the dirt Hey that one there, your foot's sticking out, cover up