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