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Rapporter et oversættelsesproblem
One, two, three (Woo)
There's a zombie on your lawn
There's a zombie on your lawn (Yeah)
There's a zombie on your lawn
We don't want zombies on the lawn (Yeah)
I know your type: tall, dark, and dead
You want to bite all the petals off of my head
And then eat the brains of the one who planted me here
I'm just a sunflower
But see me power an entire infantry
You like the taste of brains, we don't like zombies
I used to play football (Football)
Road cones protect my head (Cone on his head)
I have a screen door shield (Screen door shield)
We are the undead
There's a zombie on your lawn
There's a zombie on your lawn (Yeah)
There's a zombie on your lawn
We don't want zombies on the lawn