Tag, You're It

Let's a*sume 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..."