The great zombie apocalypse fell right apart

When the Westminster polka band got its big start.

There was Jack on the banjo and Jill on the flute,

Ex-accordion Jimmy brought out his spare lute,

And the drums were all Matthew, while Steve had the tuba.

So they decked themselves out in their zombie-proof scuba (suits)

And cavorted their way to the top of the tower

Where lopsided Ben chimed out random-ass hours,

And they set themselves down and they started to play

(As the lute/banjo polka bands play to this day).

 

Now, they really just hoped to go out with some class,

But the moment their music fell onto the mass

Of flesh-eating zombies, a miracle came,

For each corpse started shaking as flesh left it’s frame,

Until, of the zombies, not one could still bite.

And, my Lord, what rejoicing in London that night!

And the Westminster polka’s revered to this day

For that’s why the zombie plague vanished away.