A Nightmare on My Street
Now I have a story that I'd like to tell
About this guy you all know, he had me scared so well
He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed
He's burnt up like a hot dog and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway
He's home when I'm awake, and he shows up when I'm sleepy
I can't believe that there's a nightmare on my street
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it right
And we had just gotten back off tour last night
So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy
If we summoned up the posse and dumb rushed the movie
I got Angie, he got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I've never seen in my life
That was alright because the lady was chill
Then we dipped to the theater set to ill
We saw Elm Street, and man, it was def
And everything seemed alright when we left
But when I got home and laid down to sleep
That began the nightmare, but on my street
It was burnin' in my room like an oven
My bed soaked with sweat, and man, I was buggin'
I checked the clock, and it stopped at 12:30
It had melted, it was so darn hot, and I was thirsty
I went downstairs to grab some juice or a Coke
Flipped the TV off, and then I almost choked
When I heard this awful voice comin' from behind, it said
"You turned off David Letterman, now you must pay!"
Man, I ain't even wait to see who it was
Broke inside my drawers and screamed, "So long, cuz!"
Got halfway up the block, I calmed down and stopped screamin'
And thought, "Oh, I get it, I must be dreamin'"
I strolled back home with a grin on my grill
I'm thinkin' since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said
"Here's what we'll do, we got a lotta work here, me and you
The souls of your friends, you and I will claim
You've got the body, and I've got the brains"
It wasn't a dream, man, this guy was for real
I said, "Freddy, uh-uh, there's been an awful mistake here"
No further words, and then I darted upstairs
Crashed through my door and then jumped on my bed
Pulled the covers up over my head and said
"Oh, please, do somethin' with Fred!"
He jumped on my bed, ripped through the covers with his claws
Tried to get me, but my alarm went off
And then silence
It was a whole new day, I thought
"Huh, I wasn't scared of him anyway"
Until I noticed those rips in my sheets
And that was proof that there had been a nightmare on my street
About this guy you all know, he had me scared so well
He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed
He's burnt up like a hot dog and his name is Fred
He wears the same hat and sweater every single day
And even if it's hot outside, he wears it anyway
He's home when I'm awake, and he shows up when I'm sleepy
I can't believe that there's a nightmare on my street
It was a Saturday evening if I remember it right
And we had just gotten back off tour last night
So the gang and I thought that it would be groovy
If we summoned up the posse and dumb rushed the movie
I got Angie, he got Tina
Ready Rock got some girl I've never seen in my life
That was alright because the lady was chill
Then we dipped to the theater set to ill
We saw Elm Street, and man, it was def
And everything seemed alright when we left
But when I got home and laid down to sleep
That began the nightmare, but on my street
It was burnin' in my room like an oven
My bed soaked with sweat, and man, I was buggin'
I checked the clock, and it stopped at 12:30
It had melted, it was so darn hot, and I was thirsty
I went downstairs to grab some juice or a Coke
Flipped the TV off, and then I almost choked
When I heard this awful voice comin' from behind, it said
"You turned off David Letterman, now you must pay!"
Man, I ain't even wait to see who it was
Broke inside my drawers and screamed, "So long, cuz!"
Got halfway up the block, I calmed down and stopped screamin'
And thought, "Oh, I get it, I must be dreamin'"
I strolled back home with a grin on my grill
I'm thinkin' since this is a dream, I might as well get ill
I walked in the house, the big, bad, Fresh Prince
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said
"Here's what we'll do, we got a lotta work here, me and you
The souls of your friends, you and I will claim
You've got the body, and I've got the brains"
It wasn't a dream, man, this guy was for real
I said, "Freddy, uh-uh, there's been an awful mistake here"
No further words, and then I darted upstairs
Crashed through my door and then jumped on my bed
Pulled the covers up over my head and said
"Oh, please, do somethin' with Fred!"
He jumped on my bed, ripped through the covers with his claws
Tried to get me, but my alarm went off
And then silence
It was a whole new day, I thought
"Huh, I wasn't scared of him anyway"
Until I noticed those rips in my sheets
And that was proof that there had been a nightmare on my street
Credits
Writer(s): Willard C. Smith, Jeffrey Townes, Peter Brian Harris
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