Cross Dressing Cowboy Zombie ©2009       Marsh Brodeur

Cross Dressing Cowboy Zombie
Holding tightly to the reins
Wearing his favorite thong
He sings a cowboy song
While lookin for a few good brains

Cross Dressing Cowboy Zombie
Riding across the plains
Headin into town in a satin gown
And matching Mary Janes

Now don’t think for a minute that he aint tough
He can dance in stilettos and if that ain’t enough
You can hold a gun right up to his head
And he’ll laugh in your face
Cuz he’s already dead.

Don’t think he’s a heathen or a non-believer
An ag-nos-tic or a Pagan either
He’s a pious man and if you don’t believe that
He wears a yamucah under his cowboy hat

Cross Dressing Cowboy Zombie
The loneliness remains
His mother still contends
He’d have a few more friends
If he wouldn’t suck out their brains

Cross Dressing Cowboy Zombie
Tryin to do his best
But he still complains
“There ain’t no good brains”
Out here in the wild wild west.

He’s a rootin tootin rough and ready kind of a man
If anyone can wear a bustier, He can!
He can ride side saddle while committing crimes
He’s only fallen off his horse just a couple a times

He can lose a posse in those hot pursuits
Wearin nothing but a boa and cowboy boots
Then he’ll ride into town like nothings wrong
Singing his Zombie Cowboy song.

Oh Cross Dressing Cowboy Zombie
Now don’t you feel so blue
Someday you’ll find a cowgirl
Whose a cross dressing zombie too.

An the two of you can live together
As long as it ain’t around here
(An) You’ll have so much fun
As one by one
The town folk disappear

You two can be of service to a crowded town
Do your part to keep the local population down
Everyone deserves a second chance
Even you in a dress… and her in pants

And then just about any time you choose
You can start yourself a pack of little suckaroos
And you and your family spend all night long
Singing that Zombie Cowboy Song