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