It's Halloween in Haddonfield
And we're all gonna get ourselves killed
The boogyman's got a butcher knife
And we'd all better run for our lives
Getting killed in Haddonfield
Getting killed in Haddonfield
Laurie Strode's gonna babysit
While all of her friends get their throats slit
Maybe he'll choke you with a phone cord
And stab me to the pantry door
Getting killed in Haddonfield
Getting killed in Haddonfield
Let's get out before it's too late
And we meet a tragic fate
Two lovers on the run
Having so much f*cking fun
Getting killed in Haddonfield
Getting killed in Haddonfield