Ah my favorite brain soup -. Cream of nowhere. Ooh baby your asphalt eater hung ten. The hoedads and gremmies say you reached top end. So do the dead through the lights. The surfin' dead oooh make it tight. The livin' dead now baby lose their heads. Now baby doin' the dead. Yeah you're a high-rev hauler with all four on the floor. But your a-bone's busted and you're through the door. So do the dead juice the Coupe. Come on the livin' dead ooh you're in the soup. The livin' dead now baby like I said now baby do the dead. Your carburetor don't carb got a hammer down this. Your generator gens but your pistons don't work. Do the dead run for ten. The surfin dead c'mon turn it in. The livin' dead insist it's the latest twist do the dead. Run run run run now do it. Stay sick!. You square brains out there better beware. Oh this phantom driver down in the ground. You better plant 'em right or they'll come around. Move out baby move that mound. Or they'll dig it up and they'll shut you down. So c'mon aw c'mon aw c'mon . .. Now life is short and it's filled with stuff. So let me know baby when you've had enough. Oh do the dead turn blue. Yeah the surfin' dead as dead as you. There's nothing on the radio when you're dead. There's nothing at the movie show when you're dead. There's nowhere left for you to go when you're dead. Do the dead yeah do the dead. Do the dead surfin' dead