Fats waller on my stereo raisin hell
And the tvs got the sound turned down but I see william powell
And hes got myrna loy in a fond embrace
And I know shes not acting by the smile on her face

The undead the undead they fill my head

Bix beiderbecke stayed high as long as he could score
He wanted to play less cornet but the fans wanted more
So he hid away in a cheap motel
And he played his piano in both heaven and in hell

The undead the undead they keep me fed

James whale would not hide the fact that he liked boys
He worked at universal in the 30s making noise
Horror films with black humor and grace
And when he checked himself out he left a note behind in case...we might forget