The Zombie Mash

I was walking past Ibrox late one night
When my eyes beheld an eerie sight
For a zombie from his grave began to rise
And suddenly to my surprise
He did the mash
(He did the zombie mash)
His brain was bashed
(That Hibs cup final clash)
He took a slash
(He'd been on the lash)
Then sang the Sash
And danced the zombie mash.

From the Record office at Pacific Quay
Radio Scotland and the BBC
The press all came from their humble abode
To join the dance in the Copland Road
They did the mash
(They did the zombie mash)
Their hopes were dashed
(Those title dreams were rash)
Their sales have crashed
(Their reportage is trash)
They're unabashed
They love to zombie mash.

The zombie was having fun
The party had just begun
The first guests were Keith Jackson, Chris Jack and Chic Young.

Regan and Doncaster were hanging around
Jabba chained up like a rabid hound
Fat Derek Johnstone was next to arrive
With the supporters' bus from Radio Clyde
They did the mash
(They did the zombie mash)
Their teeth got gnashed
(They'd seen their team get thrashed)
The bogs got smashed
(The Huns have no panache)
Whit a stramash
At Sevco's zombie mash.

With Dave at the head of an Orange band
The zombie mash is sweeping the land
All you Tims can join the dance too
Just go to Ibrox and say the madhouse sent you
Then you can mash
(Then you can zombie mash)
Don't come from Mass!
(You'll need a gravestone fast)
Don't carry cash
(It will be gone in a flash)
Nae need tae waash
You're at a Sevco bash.


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