Let's assume that he's the groom and he's been waiting
To consummate all night
And you're the bride, you're locked tight inside the bathroom
And you're overcome with freight
Now here's the chiller , he's the killer you've discovered
You're trapped, alone, you're scared
We cut to you, we move in close, you're catatonic
You get a close up there
And in this shot, here's what we got, he breaks the door down
And tears your nightgown lace
You see a can, it's aerosol, you grab the hair spray
And light it in his face
There's a very hungry man in the cellar
Oh, waiting
Or is he in the attic closet
Waiting
Debbie? I like this game. Debbie?
Debbie? Debbie? Debbie?
He blindly grabs you, tries to stab you but you're quicker
You over act right here
You see a cat, a ball of yarn, a knitting needle
His vision's still not clear
He's stumbling 'round, don't make a sound and then he grabs you
"Hide and seek, my dear?"
He shifts his glance, you see your chance, you grab the needle and you
You plunge it in his ear
There's a very hungry man in the cellar
Oh, waiting
Or is he in the attic closet
Waiting
There's a very hungry man in the cellar
Oh, waiting
Or is he in the attic closet
Waiting
And just like the scene in "Halloween" You think it's all over
And you're gazing into space
But you got to make sure, you hear something, you start to turn
And you're standing there frozen staring him face to face
And he looks at you and says "Tag, you're it, Sweetie"
"Bye, Debbie. Debbie, Debbie, Debbie.
Goodbye, Debbie..." |
