Zombie Banksters of London

It's the banks, my friends. They are the living dead.
They're broke, but they're hooked up to Dr Osbourne's
Franken-banker machine and being fed our money and our
future money.



By the way, this below is not a money-making venture,
so call off your lawyers,
and sing along.


Zombies Banksters of London
writer: Cos67, with help from
ZEVON, WARREN / MARINELL, LEROY / WACHTEL, WADDY (ROBERT)

I saw a zombie bankster with a Sushi menu in his hand
Walking through the streets of the City in the rain
He was looking for a place called This Ho Fooks
Gonna get a big bowl of coke, and whore tricks

UUUUguUguuuuggggugghhhhh!
Zombie bankers of London!
UUuugughhhgHhguuuuu! (Repeat)

If you hear him howling around your front door
Better not let him in
Little old lady got expropriated late last night
Zombie banksters of London again

uuuuuughhuuughhh!
Zombie bankers of London!
uuuuuuggghhuuuughghgghhh! (Repeat)

He's the hairy-handed gent who ran amuck in Ghent
Lately he's been overheard in Canary Wharf
Better stay away from him
He'll chomp your savings, Jim
I'd like to meet his tailor

uuuuhhnhhhh! oh, my hernia.
zombie banksters of London!
hoo-ha, heh, gonna kiss myself! (Repeat)

Well, I saw Mervin King walking with the Queen
Doing the Zombie bankers of London
I saw Mervin King , Jr. walking with the Queen
Doing the zombie banksters of London
I saw a zombie bankster drinking a 12-year old scotch at Trader Vic's
And his hooker's hair was perfect

UUUuuuUUUuggghhhhuuuughhh!
zombie banksters of London!
uuuugughhhhhuuuuugghh! (Repeat)
Braaainsssss...