歌词
On the twenty-third day of the month of September, in an early year of a decade not too long before our own,
The human race suddenly encountered a deadly threat to its very existence
And this terrifying enemy surfaced, as such enemies often do,
In the seemingly most innocent and unlikely of places
Little shop, little shop of horrors
Little shop, little shop of terror
Call a cop, Little shop of horrors
No, oh, oh, no-oh!
Little shop, little shop of horrors
Bop sh'bop, little shop of terror
Watch 'em drop! Little shop of horrors
No, oh, oh, no-oh!
Shing-a-ling, what a creepy thing to be happening!
Shang-a-lang, feel the strum and drang in the air
Sha-la-la, stop right where you are, don't you move a thing
You better (tellin' you, you better)
Tell your mama somethin's gonna
Get her
She better (ev'rybody better)
Beware!
Oh, here it comes, baby
Tell the bums, baby
No, oh, oh, no!
Oh, hit the dirt, baby
Red alert, baby
No, oh, oh, no!
Ally-oop, haul it off the stoop
I'm warning you
Run away, child you're gonna pay
If you fail!
Look around, look who's coming down the street for you
You bet 'cha you betcha bet your butt
You bet 'cha
Best believe it something's come to get 'cha
You bet'cha
Better watch your back and your tail!
Little shop, little shop of horrors
Bop sh-bop, you'll never stop the terror
Little shop, little shop of horrors
No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no!