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< coffeehouse open mic sounds in the background, various conversations >
(G-D-C-G)
flying to New York,
watching the lights outside my glass
(G-D-C-C)
nothing to report,
but then Zoey said...
(Am-D-G-C)
and the lights came from happy and softly-lit homes
and my glass held a fine-tasting beer
as my girls drew me near
and that was a day i could smile
forget all my deadlines and the headlines a while and I
say, that's a day I could smile
so, take that you slings and arrows
it takes money, to make the world go aground
you better play along if you wanna stay around
so i secretly built me a thrilling machine
it could blow your mind on a dime
of cheap kerosene
and like the sunshine, money flyin', streaming in
i became the man, started a plan
and that is when it all began
< coffehouse crowd becomes rowdy singalong drunks >
for that was the day I got rich
Exhorbitantly, hoardedly, morbidly rich
that was the day I got rich
oh you wouldn't believe the way I could Steve
because that was the day I got rich
with my thrilling machine, which was better than morphine
so that was the day I got rich
so take that, all you poverty lovers
(begin crazy ass jam)
I built a giant lab.
We could make a cancer vaccine!
Or a new version of the machine!
We'll give you a whole new life for an hour!
Hell, we could fix death if we added some more power!
I'm like the king of this town.
I oughtta make myself a crown.
< transition back to chorus >
I put the new machine inside.
Since then I never have really died.
< finale >
For on that day I was become Zombie Lord
I unleashed the first wave of my brain-eating horde
I forged my own soul into a nine-bladed sword
so
< drunks become full-on chorus arrangement >
SCREW
ALL
YOU
(choral part goes nuts, tenors and sopranos singing only the bold words)
i FORGED my own SOUL into a NINE bladed SWORD
SCREW
ALL
YOU
MOTHERFUCKERS!
(on ukulele, Am-Em-Am-Am)
and I hummed: hmmmm (introduce ZL theme, no flat 5th)
