Nightmare On Elm Street

When we sleep we expect sweet dreams The kind where we ride on moonbeams Where everything is lovely and nice Sweet dreams made of sugar and spice So it was on Elm street that night When children went to sleep expecting dreams of delight Little did they know that Freddie would be there To turn their dreams into their worst nightmares He goes by the name of Freddie Kruger And has claws as sharp as a cougar Freddie has a disfigured face On his head a brown fedora sits in place He wears a striped sweater of green and red And comes to steal your soul when you're asleep in bed So the children wouldn't sleep at night They were in a perpetual state of fright But sooner or later some would nod off to sleep And come the morning you wouldn't hear a peep In the night they had screamed and screamed But no one heard them, it was just a dream