There was a place many years ago 
Where the children [bad word] 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 [bad word] to close 
They’ll find you 

There is a bear who bears no introduction 
And a chick who’s thick from [bad word] 
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