| Deep down, down below the waves | 
| Is a foreboding place | 
| From which you won’t escape | 
| No, those who go there, go to stay | 
| Below the ocean spray | 
| Who knows your fate? | 
| A little lassie in an overcoat, stowed away | 
| Six is at a precocious age or so they say | 
| Don’t they? | 
| If she was any younger | 
| Six would have succumbed to hunger by now | 
| Is it any wonder? | 
| I wonder | 
| Why we’re frightened of lightning and thunder | 
| Sneaking around, feet on the ground | 
| Never even making a peep or a sound | 
| Dive into the madness | 
| Try swimming through miasmic blackness | 
| Dive into the madness | 
| Seasick from the spinning of the atlas | 
| Ooh, I say | 
| You gave me a fright there | 
| I thought I was having a little nightmare | 
| Ooh, I say | 
| You gave me a fright there | 
| So scared that I might get white hair | 
| Strange shadows are disguised in the bright glare | 
| Where did she hide? | 
| She was right there, I swear! | 
| I glare with a wide-eyed stare | 
| At the site where I spied her, my girl | 
| I hope you’re strapped up tight in your high-chair | 
| I’m not adequately providing childcare | 
| How well you might fare, if only I would fight fair | 
| In my spare time, I like to strike fear! | 
| Into the hearts of the horrid little children | 
| Let’s be honest then, I’m probably going to kill them | 
| Chop them, chuck them, lob them off a building | 
| Do you really need the details filled in? | 
| Entrails spilled and boiled into goop | 
| Seasoned with herbs and then served as a soup | 
| Feeding the mouths of the greediest guests | 
| Look and see for yourself, it’s easy-queasy to digest | 
| Ooh, I say | 
| You gave me a fright there | 
| What a sickening sight that’s quite rare | 
| Ooh, I say | 
| You gave me a fright there | 
| I thought I was having a little nightmare | 
| Dive into the madness | 
| Vanishing the line dividing good and badness | 
| You can only hide under your mattress | 
| 'Til you need to resupply your lighters and matches | 
| You can be sure that in the jaws of the Maw | 
| You’re going to come out looking like you’ve fought in the war | 
| Mauled with the paw of the polar bear | 
| Halt, hold it there, all fall to the floor! | 
| You’re insulting the law and the ball’s in my court | 
| Don’t run! | 
| There’s little point bolting the door | 
| When I’m holding a saw and patrolling for gore! | 
| My depravity gland’s all swollen and sore | 
| You find that revolting, I’m sure | 
| I don’t care! | 
| I’ll shove you through a revolving door | 
| I wrote the rules down here and all I am concerned with is fear | 
| Dive into the madness | 
| Dive into the madness now | 
| Dive into the madness | 
| Dive into the madness now | 
| Dive into the madness | 
| Dive into the madness now | 
| Dive into the madness |