Onto the studio sets the Schneider-Man comes.

Creeping through and spying on the stars of his shows.

Checking to see if the show goes ahead as planned.

Prey on young female stars who have nice looking toes.

I fear he might be lurking underneath my bed.

His arrival in the middle of the room unleashes doom.

Shifting the mood from happiness to gloom.

And there is nothing they can do.

And it fills me with fright.

The Schneider-Man will be haunting my nightmares tonight.


Smugly he laughs, as he watches me move.

'Hold her, she is a fighter', he says to the others.

Creeps closer now

Closer to the stars on the set.

And getting way too close for my comfort.

He gives me a glare that makes my bravery retreat.

His arms are around me in an armlock, and his eyes are on my feet.

'Don't struggle like that, my precious star.'

'It will only make me love you and your feet more.'


For it's much too late to get away or call the authorities.

When the Schneider-Man turns up in my nightmares tonight.

And I feel like my feet are being poked.

By a thousand million invisible disembodied hands.

And I know that the nightmares

Of him are going to get worse everytime I sleep.


And the Schneider-Man is always lurking..

('Come on, take your shoes off, says the Schneider to the teen star, so I get a shot of you. Your toes have something to tell me.')
('Come on, take your shoes off, says the Schneider to the teen star, so I get a shot of you. Your toes have something to tell me.')