On the twenty-first 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 places
Little shop, little shop of horrors
Little shop, little shop of terror
Call a cop, little shop of horrors
No, oh-oh, oh no
Little shop, little shop of horrors
Bop-shoo-bop
Little shop of terror
Watch 'em drop
Little shop of horrors
No, oh-oh, oh no
Shing-a-ling, what a creepy thing to be happening
Look out, look out, look out, look out
Shang-a-lang, feel the sturm and drang in the air
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Sha-la-la, stop right where you are, don't you move a thing
You better, you better
Tellin' you, you better
Tell your mama, something's gonna get her
She better, everybody better beware
Oh, here it comes, baby
Tell the bums, baby
Oh-oh, oh no
Oh, hit the dirt, baby
Red alert, baby
Oh-oh no, oh-oh, oh no
Alley-oop-shoop, haul it off the stoop
Child, I'm warning you
Look out, look out, look out, look out
Run away, child you're gonna pay if you fail
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Look around, something's coming down, down the street for you
You betcha, you betcha
Betcha butt, you betcha
Best believe it, something's come to get ya
You betcha, better watch your back and your tail
Come-a, come-a, come-a
Little shop, little shop of horrors
Bop-shoo-bop, you'll never stop the terror
Little shop, little shop of horrors
No, oh-oh
No, oh-oh
No, oh-oh
No
