In the cold dark night when the bed bugs bite
you can hear that he's awake and the ground begins to shake
When the churchbells ring , you can hear him sing... It's the King

(It's the King oh-oh it's the King)

theres a frightening sound, and it aint earthbound

from his coffins red velour , where he lays his pompadour
If you get up on your toes, and you listen really close
you hear his king creole, he's on a death parole


so close your dirty windows and lock the front door
the king is wide awake but not alive anymore

run up to the attic, and thats where you stay
And if you hear him coming, curl up and pray


Back here in Zombieland there's plenty to see
it's full of old dead heroes and piles of debris
a crowd of groupies crawling up from a hole


groups of corpses moving so slow
this time it's one hell of a show

cos' on the stage tonight the king of rock 'n' roll

so close your dirty windows and lock the front door

the king is wide awake but not alive anymore
run up to the attic, and thats where you stay
And if you hear him coming, curl up and pray


Back here in Zombieland there's plenty to see
it's full of old dead heroes and piles of debris

a crowd of groupies crawling up from a hole

groups of corpses moving so slow

this time it's one hell of a show
cos' on the stage tonight the king of rock 'n' roll