On the wedding anniversary 

Of the Johnson's 

They went out on a date. 

Little Jimmy had strict orders 

To be in bed, to be in bed by eight. 

But little Jimmy knew they'd be late, 

And he liked TV, he thought it was great 

He's not alone 

Turning channels, Jimmy faltered 

After hearing what he thought might have been 

Creepy chuckles, scary breathing, 

And the sounds of metal s-s-s-s-scraping on wood. 

Hired by the Johnson's that day 

He's professional 

And likes things his way 

Or not at all 

He's for hire 

The man upstairs 

He'll take care of you. 

Jimmy grabbed the phone receiver, 

Called the fuzz up 

While he peed in his pants 

Down the staircase 

In the next room 

Here he comes, kid, 

Hatchet clutched in his hands. 

Jimmy trembled and crept through the dark 

Into the kitchen 

Where all the knives are 

He's not alone 

Here comes the man 

He's for hire 

The man upstairs 

He'll take care of you. 

What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! 

What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man, a mighty mighty good man! 

What a man, what a man, what a man, what a mighty good man! 

I'm the man, the man from upstairs! 

I'm the man, the man from upstairs! 

I'm the man, the man from upstairs! 

I'm the man, the man from upstairs! 

Whoa, yeah yeah yeah! 

Go! 

ONE! 

TWO! 

ONE! 

TWO! 

ONE TWO THREE FOUR!