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..."