Giles: 
I`ve got a theory 
That it`s a demon 
A dancing demon! 
No, something isn`t right there 
Willow: 
I`ve got a theory 
Some kid is dreamin` 
And we`re all stuck inside 
His wacky Broadway nightmare 
Xander: 
I`ve got a theory 
We should work this out 
Giles, Anya, Xander, Tara and Willow: 
It`s getting eerie 
What`s this cheery singing all about? 
Xander: 
It could be witches 
Some evil witches! 
Which is ridiculous 
`Cause witches, they were persecuted 
Wicca good and love the earth 
And women power 
And I`ll be over here 
Anya: 
I`ve got a theory 
It could be bunnies! 
(Everyone else stares at her - crickets chirp) 
Tara: 
I`ve got a theory -- 
Anya: (interrupting with a rockout) 
Bunnies aren`t just cute 
Like everybody supposes 
They`ve got them hoppy legs 
And twitchy little noses 
And what`s with all the carrots? 
What do they need such good eyesight for anyway? 
Bunnies! 
Bunnies! 
It must be bunnies! 
(calming down - back to normal) 
Or maybe midgets? 
Willow: 
I`ve got a theory 
We should work this fast 
Willow and Giles: 
Because it clearly could get serious 
Before it`s passed 
Buffy: 
I`ve got a theory 
It doesn`t matter. . . 
What can`t we face if we`re together? 
What`s in this place that we can`t weather? 
Apocalypse 
We`ve all been there 
The same old trips 
Why should we care? 
Buffy, Giles, Anya, Xander, Tara and Willow: 
What can`t we do if we get in it? 
We`ll work it through within a minute 
We have to try 
We`ll pay the price 
It`s do or die 
Buffy: 
Hey, I`ve died twice 
Buffy, Anya, Xander, Tara and Willow: 
What can`t we face if we`re together? 
Giles: 
What can`t we face?
Buffy, Anya, Xander, Tara and Willow: 
What`s in this place that we can`t weather? 
Giles: 
We`re together
Buffy, Anya, Xander, Tara and Willow: 
There`s nothing we can`t face 
Anya: 
Except for bunnies. . .