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