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..."