Garch the Great - The Man of My Dreams

I have this little fantasy
That might seem very strange
I’ve carried it for years with me
And it will never change
It’s about a guy who’s bald
And burned and very clearly dead
I’ve always wanted to be mauled
By a guy whose name is Fred

Freddy Krueger is the man of my dreams
In his old brown dirty jeans
Razor claws that scrape and gleam
I know he could make me scream

These feelings stirred within me
When I was just a child
Friends were scared or amused by him
But oh, he drove me wild
I wondered what it would feel like
To be pinned under his might
To smell his musk, to feel his strike
To lay with him through the night

Freddy Krueger is the man of my dreams
In his old brown dirty jeans
Razor claws that scrape and gleam
I know he could make me scream
I was envious of Jessie
When he tried to take control
And Coach Schneider's harsh punishment
Stirred something in my soul
When he went after Kristin
As a long and slimy snake
I know it was a puppet
But ooh, it made me quake

Freddy Krueger is the man of my dreams
In his old brown dirty jeans
Razor claws that scrape and gleam
I know he could make me scream

I don’t have a death wish
That isn’t how I think
But sometimes to feel alive
You need a little kink
I asked my guy to roleplay
And he got the costume down
But he doesn’t have the guts
To knock me around

Freddy Krueger is the man of my dreams
In his old brown dirty jeans
Razor claws that scrape and gleam
I know he could make me scream
Freddy Krueger is the man of my dreams
In his old brown dirty jeans
Razor claws that scrape and gleam
Freddy Krueger is the man of my dreams
In his old brown dirty jeans
Ooh, he makes me cream!
And I know he could make me scream