Welcome to the cobra zone, you're chilling with the Frisk. Here, now, and forever.      At the end of the day, work's done, time to play in the cobra zone   we just wanna kick back, have fun, get a little badical, a little radical   But you know, I don't think we're quite alone.   I look out the window and what to my wondering   eyes does appear? It's you. You're freaky baby. You're twice as freaky as Charlie's Squeaky. Step back, Jack.      Don't panic- But I just can't seem to relax   Don't panic- I'm about to have a heart attack   You make me nervous so I just can't sleep at night   Nervous- under my pillow I keep a knife   Nervous- is that you on the telephone?   Nervous- I just want you to leave me alone      Chilling out on the sidewalk, adult cola in my hand. You're there, I'm there, you're like a black cat crossing my path. Maybe I'm just paranoid, but sometimes it is just black and white.