Little Shop of Horrors (Prologue)

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, n-no

Little shop, little shop of horrors
Bop, shoo-bop, little shop of terror
Watch 'em drop, little shop of horrors
No, oh, oh, n-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, shoo-bop, you'll never stop the terror
Little shop, little shop of horrors
No, oh, oh
No, oh, oh
No, oh. oh, n-no



Credits
Writer(s): Alan Menken, Howard Elliott Ashman
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