There was a camp not far from here, just across the lake
It was called Camp Blackfoot, no one goes there anymore
Everything burned down. This camp had a caretaker, his name was Cropsy
And this Cropsy was a sadist, and he got real pleasure out of hurting people, scaring them
He had these garden shears, the kind with long, thin blades
He carried them all the time, wherever he went
And he had this kind of dеmonic way of looking at you

One time, Cropsy really wеnt after this kid from Brooklyn
Followed him around night and day, made this kid's life a living hell
But this time he chose the wrong guy
Because the kid and some of his buddies had planned a little prank

The only problem was the gag went wrong. The next thing anyone knows
Cropsy is trapped alive and burning in his bunk!
They try to get him out but the fire was so fierce they can't reach him
All they can do is stand outside and listen to him cry out in agony
They say he smashed his way though the bunk room door
Just a mass of flames, and as he burned alive he cried out:
"I will return!! I will have my revenge!"
(They) never found his body... he survived
He lives on whatever he can catch!
He eats them raw, alive no longer human..
Right now, he's out there, watching, waiting

Don't look! He'll see you! Don't move!
Don't breathe..... turn dead!!!