Two things to note about this song. First of all, I have no idea what Ben Wakeman is going to think when he finds out we turned his beautiful song into this parody. I hope he’ll forgive us.
Second, this is really all for cadhla. Or all because of her. Or something.
Outbreak
by Rob Wynne and Larissa March
To the tune of: “The Overall Distance” by Ben Wakeman
Thirty miles from Memphis
There’s a wreck on the Interstate
Some folks burn and die,
While the rest reanimate.
They start to shamble towards my car
I think my time is running out
At first I feared they’d want to eat my brain
But now I don’t have any doubt.
It’s not the overall death toll,
But all the zombies on the way,
That send you fleeing from your home,
Make you run further every day.
There’s a dead woman next to me,
Right outside my Oldsmobile.
Half her body’s gone,
She’s too horrific to be real.
So young to be undead,
But she’s clawing at the door,
I think I could take her out myself,
But here come half a dozen more.
It’s not the overall death toll,
But all the zombies on the way,
That send you fleeing from your home,
Make you run further every day.
There’s a corpse standing by the on ramp
Gnawing on a dying man
His coat is stained with blood
He’s got a brain clutched in his hand
I could chop him into bits
And at first I think I will,
But his friends are closing in on me
And there’s more of them than I can kill.
It’s not the overall death toll,
But all the zombies on the way,
That send you fleeing from your home,
Make you run further every day.
There’s a terror I start to feel
I turn and run through open fields
I know the zombies are hot on my trail
And i won’t have a future if I fumble and fail
I’m a man on the run and I don’t know how long my life will last
I must escape the undead
I must escape the undead — run fast!
Run fast!