South of Houston, the place to be
Pasadena, where I lost my memory
The weekend is what set me free
What the hell, I'm a Zombie
We drink a hundred beers
We age a dozen years
Drinking with a Zombie
I knew the fun couldn't last
I ain't young but I ain't old
The Devil wouldn't buy my soul
We drink a hundred beers
We age a dozen years
Drinking With A, Drinking With A
Drinking with a Zombie
My mind went blank
From all that I drank
One more hit
I'm gonna get lit... Alcohol
Pasadena ain't no place to fear
That town sells ice cold beer
If you see Zombie Ray
Tell him, Scott says, Hey!
We drank a hundred beers
We age a dozen years
Ahhhggggaaaaa!

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