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On the twenty third 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 Little shop, little shoppa horrors Bop sh'bop, little shoppa terror Watch 'em drop, little shoppa horrors No, oh oh, no Shing a ling, what a creepy thing to be happening Shang a lang, feel the strum and rang 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, everybody better beware Oh, here it comes, baby Tell the world, baby oh oh, no Oh, hit the dirt, baby Hit the dirt, baby, oh oh, no, oh oh, no Alley oop, hurry off to school child, I'm warnin' you Run away, child you gonna pay if you stay, yeah Look around, somethin's comin' down down the street for you You betcha, you betcha, you betcha butt, you betcha Best believe it, somethin's come to get ya You betcha, you better watch your back in this town Comma, comma, comma 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
Writer(s): Steven Van Zandt Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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