作词 : Alan Menken/Howard Ashman
作曲 : Alan Menken/Howard Ashman
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 happenin'
Lookout, lookout, lookout, lookout!
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
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!
