Ant Smith

All poems

Zombie eyes

A-Tick tock, turn off the box
A-Tick-tick tock, you’re looking lost
A-Tick tock, turn off the box
A-Tick tick tick tick, tick tick tick,
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
She sure has got, Zombie-eyes

I think that I’m, a-doing fine
I am Just, out-side my mind
I think that I, am A-okay
Kickin’ about, most of the day.

With the X-Factor, and a little bit of Coach Trip
With Harry Hill's most memorable bits
Come dine with me and Coronation Street
A televisual Monster Treat

You may just, even realise
Far from dead-I’m, very-much alive
You may even, be surprised
To see I’ve got those, zombie eyes

Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
Zombie, Zombie, Zombie-eyes
She sure has got, Zombie-eyes

I think that it-could, work o-kay
I fall apart when, ever-you’re away
I don’t think that, I need a life
When I see your, Zombie eyes!

Zombie, Zombie,
Zombie, Zombie,
Zombie, Zombie,
Zombie-eyes