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 fright 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, 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, waiting Or is he in the attic closet, waiting? There's a very hungry man in the cellar, 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"