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
ALL:
It's getting eerie, what's this cheery singing all about?
XANDER:
It could be witches, some evil witches
Which is ridiculous cos witches they were persecuted
Wicca good and love the Earth and woman power and I'll be over here
ANYA:
I've got a theory, it could be bunnies
WILLOW:
I've got a theory
ANYA:
Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes
They've got their 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!
Or maybe midgets
WILLOW:
I've got a theory, we should work this fast
WILLOW & 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?
ALL:
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, WILLOW, TARA, ANYA AND XANDER:
What can't we face if we're together?
GILES (harmonising):
What can't we face
BUFFY, WILLOW, TARA, ANYA AND XANDER:
What's in this place that we can't weather
GILES (still harmonising, bless his heart):
If we're together
ALL:
There's nothing we can't face
ANYA:
Except for bunnies