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 dreaming
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
'Cause witches,
They were persecuted
Wicca good
And love the earth
And women power,
And I’ll be over here

Anya: I’ve got a theory
It could be bunnies
[crickets chirp]

Willow: I’ve got a--

Anya: Bunnies aren't just cute like everybody supposes
They got them 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

Giles and Willow: Because it clearly
Could get serious
Before it's passed

Willow: I’ve got a theory