[Frank N. Furter:]
Whatever happened to Fay Wray?
That delicate satin draped frame
As it clung to her thigh, how I started to cry
Cause I wanted to be dressed just the same
Give yourself over to absolute pleasure
Swim the warm waters of sins of the flesh
Erotic nightmares beyond any measure
And sensual daydreams to treasure forever
Can't you just see it?
Oh-oh-oh
Don't dream it, be it
Don't dream it, be it
Don't dream it, be it
[Choir / Dr. Scott:]
Don't dream it (We've got to get out of this trap), be it
(Before this decadence) Don't dream it (Saps our wills), be it
(I've got to be strong) Don't dream it (And try to hang on), be it
(Or else my mind) Don't dream it (May well snap), be it
(Und my life will be lived) Don't dream it (For the thrills), be it
Don't dream it, be it
[Brad:]
It's beyond me, help me Mommy
[Janet:]
God bless Lili St. Cyr