7pm on a Saturday Night
The girl’s dresses are nice and tight
The fellas think they’re gettin’ some
All loaded up on coke and rum
Everybody’s movin’ their feet
But the devil’s plannin’ a different beat
The boys in the bathroom gettin’ head
Don’t know it’s the Prom Night of the Living Dead
(chorus)
Tuxedos torn and blood shed
It’s the Prom Night of the Living Dead
The band still plays as the floor runs red
It’s Prom Night of the Living Dead
Whoa!
They didn’t know what they were in for
Droppin’ like flies as they hit the dance floor
Dressed to kill, the dead arrive
Ready for the party of their afterlife!
(chorus)
Dancing the crypt-walk, the damned take the floor
They call to the darkness, and cry for more
The devil’s band sang to the night
And cried to the moon, "We are alive!"
(chorus)
copyright Michael Pate and James Sceville