Sure you've all heard the story
Of the lost, abandoned cub
Of the type that's not live, but stuffed
In this case, it's not as quaint
That little cub did not give fun
There was no love inside his tum

Hey, would you believe me if I said
It's not cuddles he's seekin'?
No, he wants your life, wants to bite down
Upon your skull

Sorry, this teddy bear wants you
For lunch, this teddy bear wants you, yeah
That's right, this teddy bear wants you, yeah

How'd I know that it's evil?
Thought that would be obvious:
The bastard took a big munch
I don't know what it's made of
Cotton, felt and some woollen fluff
And a dash of satanic stuff

Hey, would you believe me if I said
I've tried Molotov feedin'?
It came back to life, whatever counts
As such for fluff

Demonic teddy bear wants you
For lunch, this teddy bear wants you, yeah
That's right, this teddy bear wants you, yeah
For lunch, this teddy bear wants you, yeah

Damn thing won't die, strong fluff
Satan's own teddy bear wants you, yeah-eah-eah-hea (oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh)
Oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh
For lunch, this teddy bear wants you, yeah (oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh)
Oh-ooh-oh-ooh-oh-oh-oh