Nightmare on My Street lyrics

Now, I have a story that I'd like to tell

About this guy, you all know him -- he had me scared as hell

He comes to me at night after I crawl into bed

He's burnt up like a weenie 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, but he shows up when I'm asleep

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 done rushed the movie

I got Angie, Jeff got Tina

Ready Rock got some girl I'd never seen in my life

That was all right because the lady was chill

Then we dipped to the theater set to ill, buggin', cold, having a ball

Something about Elm Street was the movie we saw

The way it started was decent, you know, nothing real fancy

About this homeboy named Fred and this girl named Nancy

But, word, when it was over I said, "Yo, that was def!"

And everything seemed all right when we left

But when I got home and laid down to sleep

That began the nightmare... on my street

It was burning in my room like an oven

My bed soaked with sweat, and man, I was bugging

I checked the clock and it stopped at 12:30

It had melted, it was so darn hot, and I was thirsty

I wanted something cool to quench my thirst

I thought to myself, "Yo, this heat is the worst!"

But when I got downstairs I noticed something was wrong

I was home all alone, but the TV was on

I thought nothing of it as I grabbed the remote

I pushed the power button, and then I almost choked

When I heard this awful voice coming from behind

It said, "You turned off David Letterman...now you must die!"

Man, I ain't even wait to see who it was

Broke inside my drawers and screamed, "So long, cuz"1

Got halfway up the block, I calmed down and stopped screaming

Then thought, "Oh, I get it, I must be dreaming"

I strolled back home with a grin on my grill

I think that 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 lot of 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 brain."

I said, "Yo, Fred, I think you got me all wrong --

I ain't partners with nobody with nails that long.

Look, I'll be honest man, this team won't work:

The girls won't be on you, Fred, your face is all burnt."

Fred got mad, and his head started steaming

But I thought, "What the hell, I'm only dreaming."

I said, "Please leave, Fred, so I can get some sleep.

But give me a call -- maybe we'll hang out next week."

I patted him on the shoulder, said, "Thanks for stopping by"

Then I opened up the door and said, "Take care, guy"

He got mad, drew back his arm, and slashed my shirt

I laughed at first, then thought, "Hold up, that hurt"

It wasn't a dream, man, this guy was for real

I said, "Freddy, uh, pal, there's been an awful mistake here"

No further words, and then I darted upstairs

Crashed through my door then jumped on my bed

Pulled the covers up over my head

And said, "Oh, please, do something with Fred"

He jumped on my bed, went 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

Fresh Prince: Oh man, I gotta call Jeff, I gotta call Jeff...

Come on, come on...

Come on, Jeff, answer!

Come on, man!

Jazzy Jeff: Hello?

FP: Jeff, this is Prince... man Jeff, wake up! Jeff, wake up!

JJ: What do you want?

FP: Jeff, wake up, man, listen to me, Jeff!

JJ: It's three o'clock in the morning, what do you want?

FP: Jeff, Jeff, would you listen to me? Listen, whatever you do, don't fall asleep!

JJ: Man...

FP: Jeff, listen to me, don't go to sleep, Jeff!

JJ: look, I'll talk to you tomorrow, I'm gong to bed... ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh! (Ha ha ha!!)

FP: Jeff! Jeff! Jeff! Jeff! Answer me, Jeff! (I'm your D.J. now, Princey! Ha ha ha!!)

1. as in "cousin" (bro, etc)

• Artist:Will Smith