This is inspired by the great tradition of drinking songs, the emerging tradition of zombie folk, and the crappy weather in western PA during February. Think Pirates of the Caribbean meets 100 bottles of beer on the wall, ok? now you've got the basic idea...

std tuning, capo +2

Perhaps I’m a *monster, perhaps I’m a freak (Am G)

I don’t *know why I’m living, since *I drowned last week (Am Em)

A squid ate one eyeball, then a shark ate my nose (D B7 C Cm)

Ask me how I smell now, I think that’s how it goes (G D G)

But I found this amphora, down in the ooze, (C G)

from an ancient Greek shipwreck, and it’s still full of booze (C Em)

It’s muddy and *cold down here, it’s slimy and wet (B7 Em Em/D A7/C#)

But I’ll drink to re*member the sun and the sky then I’ll drink to forget (D D/C G)

Back *when I was living, I never thought about this

That an undersea zombie has no friends but the fish

and crustaceans and oysters the occasional clam

And nobody to talk to a whatever-I-am

But I found this amphora, down in the ooze,

from an ancient Greek shipwreck, and it’s still full of booze

It’s muddy and *cold down here, it’s slimy and wet

But I’ll drink to re*member the sun and the sky then I’ll drink to forget

Octopus’ garden, don’t I just wish,

down here on the sea floor, with the luminous fish

My life is so empty, and nothing seems real,

I’ve got no amore, just a green moray eel

Bur I found this amphora, and it’s still full of ouz-o

I’ve got lots of time, and I’ve got lots of blues, so

Tho it’s muddy and *cold down here, and slimy and wet

I’ll drink to re*member the sun and the sky then I’ll drink to forget

I’ll drink to re*member the sun and the sky then I’ll drink to forget