The Musical Shotgun - Pumpkin Spice Latte Lyrics

Ughhh
Zombie noises
Ughhh
Polaroids
Ughhh

Dear God, it's some kind of hipster zombie

Yeah, I'm a hipster zombie
Drop the beat

I'm the undead hipster
I like to wear ripped jeans
I wear flannels every now and then
And sometimes a beanie
That's it I swear
Unless you count my glasses
They're not actually real you see
They're just part of my fashion
I wear patches on my clothes
I get coffee with my bros
But my bros are mainly ghosts
Yeah, I've got these ghostly hoes
Yeah, I'm blogging all the time
I've got Starbucks on my mind
I listen to underground bands

I'm the undead hipster, yeah
I wanna eat your brains, yeah
This pumpkin spice latte
Makes me wanna go insane, baby
Can't you see
That if you roll with me
Then I'll plant a tree inside your grave
And, make you pumpkin spice latte

Yeah, can we get a pumpkin solo please.
Oooo, how bout some organs?
Wooo, that's what I'm talkin about

What are you doing here?
Why did you rise out of the Earth?
Are you here to eat my brain?
Are you here to mock my shirt?

Relax my child
I mean no harm
I'm only seeking likes
For my Instagram

I'm the undead hipster, yeah
I wanna eat your brains, yeah
This pumpkin spice latte
Makes me wanna go insane, baby
Can't you see
That if you roll with me
Then I'll plant a tree inside your grave
And, make you pumpkin spice latte

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I'm a ghost
Awooooooooooooooooooooooooo
I'm a werewolf
Awooooooooo
I'm making werewolf noises
Awoowoowoo