There was a place many years ago Where the children would come for a meal and show Oh the horror! In the corner! The quartet of terror returns...
There’s Freddie, and Foxy, and Bonnie, and Chica The band’s back together and playing the deep cuts And when the curtain comes to close They’ll find you
There is a bear who bears no introduction And a chick who’s thick from reconstruction There is a bun who’s gunning for the air shaft And a fox who gawks behind an eye-patch
Unserviced servo turning Refurbished fur perturbing It doesn’t matter where you go They’ll find you
Find the mascots Check your blind spots Put the mask on Turn the lights off Check the game clock Wind the toy box Shun the dark thoughts It’s a long shot
They’ll find you They’ll find you
We will find you Terrorize you And ensnare you In a bear suit