Enters the dreams of little boys
Disguises himself as their toys
But you don’t really care for nightmares do you?
It goes like this the Elm street myth,
The sharpened knives on his finger tips
The psychotic murderer: Freddy Krueger

Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger
Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger

A child killer, but you needed proof
The “Dream Master” was on the roof
His burnt face
In the moonlight
Terrified you
He tied you to a kitchen chair
He slit your throat
Without a care
And from your lips, your last words: Freddy Krueger

Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger
Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger

A bladed glove is what he wore
To slash and slice and kill with gore
I used dream in peace before I knew him
With joyful glee he murdered Glen
He drained all his blood on the bed
It’s a cold and it’s a vengeful Freddy Krueger

Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger
Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger

There was a time when bunnies roamed
With lollipops and the odd Churo
But now you never have these sweet dreams do you?
Remember when I moved in you
Told me Freddy would be there too
And every death we knew was Freddy Krueger

Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger
Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger

And maybe there’s somebody who
Can kill this freaky, evil dude
We might need to buy a dream catcher or two
You’ll see him in the dead of night
He’ll slash you up and give you a fright
It’s a cold and it’s a vengeful Freddy Krueger

Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger
Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger
Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger
Freddy Krueger, Freddy Krueger