Prologue (Little Shop of Horrors) Songtext
von Jennifer Leigh Warren, Sheila Kay Davis & Leilani Jones
Prologue (Little Shop of Horrors) Songtext
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 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-sha-bop, little shop of terror
Watch ′em drop, little shop of horrors
No, oh-oh-oh, no
Shing-a-ling, oh 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 move a thing
You better
You better, I′m telling you, you better
Tell your mama, something's gonna get her
She better
Everybody better beware
Come-a-come-a-come-a
Little shop, little shop of horrors
Bop-sha-bop, you'll never stop the terror
Little shop, little shop of horrors
No, oh, oh
No, oh, oh
No, oh, oh, oh-no
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-oh, no
Little shop, little shop of horrors
Bop-sha-bop, little shop of terror
Watch ′em drop, little shop of horrors
No, oh-oh-oh, no
Shing-a-ling, oh 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 move a thing
You better
You better, I′m telling you, you better
Tell your mama, something's gonna get her
She better
Everybody better beware
Come-a-come-a-come-a
Little shop, little shop of horrors
Bop-sha-bop, you'll never stop the terror
Little shop, little shop of horrors
No, oh, oh
No, oh, oh
No, oh, oh, oh-no
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Howard Elliott Ashman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com