I’ve got a theory, That it’s a demon, A dancing demon - No, something isn’t right there.
I’ve got a theory, Some kid is dreamin’ And we’re all stuck inside His wacky Broadway nightmare.
I’ve got a theory, We should work this out. It’s getting eerie. What’s this cheery singing all about?
It could be witches, Some evil witches. Which is ridiculous, ’Cause witches, they were persecuted Wicca good and love the earth And women power and I’ll be over here.
I’ve got a theory, It could be bunnies...
I’ve got a theory...
Bunnies:
Bunnies aren’t just cute Like everybody supposes! They got them hoppy legs And twitchy little noses! And what’s with all the carrots? What do they need
Such good eyesight for anyway? Bunnies! Bunnies! It must be bunnies! Or maybe midgets?
I’ve got a theory, We should work this fast. Because it clearly Could get serious before it’s passed...
If We're Together:
I’ve got a theory, It doesn’t matter. What can’t we face if we’re together? What’s in this place that we can’t weather?
Apocalypse? We’ve all been there. The same old trips. Why should we care?
What can’t we do if we get in it? We’re working through with every minute. We have to try. We’ll pay the price. It’s do or die…
Hey, I’ve died twice.
What can’t we face if we’re together? What’s in this place that we can’t weather? There’s nothing we can’t face…