1959, in a sepia flashback Officer Kordhell haunted by a manic with an axe Twenty-five years later its finally going down Alien experiments unleashed upon your town It’s like a band B-movie Zombies, exploding heads The frat house now a slaughterhouse With half the campus dead I’m so scared I cannot sleep For tonight is the night of the creeps Screaming like banshees Jocks and geeks alike Spanky and Alfalfa are running to their lives Parasitic space slugs leaping to from heads Good news girls, your dates are here The bad news is they’re dead It’s like a band B-movie Zombies, exploding heads The frat house now a slaughterhouse With half the campus dead I’m so scared I cannot sleep For tonight is the night of the creeps Thrill me! Thrill me! Thrill me! Thrill me! It’s like a band B-movie Zombies, exploding heads The frat house now a slaughterhouse With half the campus dead I’m so scared I cannot sleep For tonight is the night of the creeps