''Shh… don’t breathe too loud... the night’s still listening.''

''Pulse ain't real, but we’re still glistening.''

Step. Strut. Stumble. Slide…

''Ah... ah... ah... ah...''

Saturday’s back, but the fever is cold

Woke up in a grave with glitter and mold

Disco ball cracked, hearts on delay

But baby we still dance anyway

No heartbeat, no need to survive

We slay on the floor ‘cause we’re not alive

Flesh lookin’ pale but the rhythm’s tight

Groove like ghouls in neon light

Raise your glass for the dearly grooved

Shake that spine like you just got exhumed

Hands up high if your soul’s on lease

We party like the dead got peace

🎶 Ah ah ah ah… we’re not alive 🎶

But baby we still strut and thrive

🎶 Ah ah ah ah… don’t need to breathe 🎶

Just a beat and a body that won’t leave

🎶 Death can't stop this disco dive 🎶

Even zombies wanna feel that jive

🎶 Ah ah ah ah… we’re not alive 🎶

But we’re still the hottest ones inside

Skeletons pop, ghosties grind

Vampires do the electric slide

Brains ain’t on, but the funk’s still wired

We died last week—got re-hired

A little rigor with your rhythm? Yes please

Coffins open up like VIPs

Moonlight flashin’ on tombstone hips

Dead don’t sleep—we just do flips

"You feel that, baby? That’s rigor mortis with rhythm."

"Stayin’ alive? Nah. We’re slayin’ the afterlife."

"No soul? No problem. Just follow the funk trail."

🎶 Ah ah ah ah… we’re not alive 🎶

We moonwalk right through the after-strife

🎶 Ah ah ah ah… still dead-sexy 🎶

Groovin’ like our bones ain't rusty

🎶 Ah ah ah ah… no pulse, just pride 🎶

We bring the heat from the other side

🎶 Ah ah ah ah… we’re not alive 🎶

But damn we look good un-dignified