Prologue (Little Shop of Horrors) Songtext
von Alan Menken

Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
Little shop, little shoppa terror.
Call a cop. Little shoppa horrors.
No, oh, oh, no-oh!

Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
Bop sh′bop, little shoppa terror.
Watch 'em drop! Little shoppa horrors.
No, oh, oh, no-oh!

Shing-a-ling, what a creepy thing
to be happening!
Shang-a-lang, feel the sturm
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 those bumbs, 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, your gonna pay
If you fail!

Look around, look who's comming down the Street for you
You bet ′cha you bey your but
You bet 'cha
Best believe it something′s
Come to get 'cha
Better watch your back and your tail!

Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
Bop sh-bop, you′ll never stop
the terror.
Little shop, little shoppa horrors.
No, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no, oh, oh, no!