Tag, You're It

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..."