You better run like hell
You better stay away from men in white-mask disquise
Go to Haddonfield, there's a Shape with Devil Eyes
HE's a man named Michael, and he'll stab your heart
Then a dude named Jason wears a hockey mask
And on Elm Street, nightmares really make you shatter
Then the slashers batter down your door
You better run

You better run like hell
You better run all day
Don't sleep at night
These killers have no feelings
They ain't right
And when you take your girlfriend
Out tonight,
You better keep yourself
Well out of sight
Cos if they catch you kiss your girlfriend
You will become a corpse
They're gonna send HIM back to Loomis
With the chaions and locks
You better run