Prologue/Little Shop of Horrors Songtext
von Ari Groover, Salome Smith, Joy Woods, Company

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 of places

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!
Look out, look out, look out, look out!
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!

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!