You laughed at Freddy in his flares, but you can mock, he doesn't care,
he's out to get those who straights, or trendy trousers/
just you wait, with his blade he'll cut the seams,
and sew or attach by other means, a piece of cloth and he won't stop,
until flaredy kecks adorn the lot.
Kecks of doom, kecks of doom, spread so wide
they need loads of room,
kecks of doom they're so wild, they'll smother you where-ever you hide,
kecks of doom, such amazing side, what a horribly un-gory way to die.

INVIA LE CORREZIONI