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Prologue (Little Shop of Horrors)
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 happening!
(Look out, look out, look out, look out!)
Shang-a-lang,
Feel the strum and drang in the air.
(Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Sha-la-la,
Stop right where you are, don't you move a thing.
You better,
You better,
Tellin' you better
Tell your mama
Somethin's gonna get her.
She better,
Everybody better beware.
Oo, here it comes, baby.
Tell the world, baby.
Oh, oh, no!
Oo, 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.
(Look out, look out, look out, look out!)
Run away!
Child you gonna pay if you stay, yeah!
(Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Look around,
Somethin's comin' down, down the steet 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...
Woo!
(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!
Skid Row (Downtown)
Alarm goes off at seven
and you start up-town.
You put in your eight hours
for the powers
that have always been.
(Sing it child)
'Til it's five-pm...
"Then you go..."
Downtown
Where the folks are broke. You go
Downtown
Where your life's a joke. You go
Downtown
Where you buy a token. You go...
Home to Skid Row.
"Yes you go..."
Downtown
Where the cabs don't stop.
Downtown
Where the food is slop.
Downtown
Where the hop-heads flop in the snow...
Down on Skid Row.
Uptown you cater to a million jerks.
Uptown you're messengers and mailroom clerks.
Eating all your lunches at the hot-dog carts.
The bosses take your money and they break your hearts.
And Uptown you cater to a million ***.
You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors.
Your morning's tribulation, afternoon's a curse
And five o'clock is even worse!
"That's when you go..."
Downtown
Where the guys are drips.
Downtown
Where they rip your slips.
Downtown
Where relationships are no go.
Down on Skid Row.
Poor, all my life I've always been poor.
I keep askin' God what I'm for.
And he tells me, "Gee, I'm not sure."
"Sweep that floor, kid!"
Oh! I started life as an orphan,
A child of the street, here on Skid
Row! He took me in gave me shelter
A bed, crust of bread and a job.
Treats me like dirt and calls me a slob,
Which I am...
So I live
Downtown
That's your home address, you live
Downtown
When your life's a mess, you live
Downtown
Where depression's just status quo.
Down on Skid Row.
Someone show me a way to get outta here.
'Cause I constantly pray I'll get outta here.
Please won't somebody say I'll get outta here.
Someone gimmie my shot, or I'll rot here!
(Downtown)
Show me how and I will, I'll get outta here.
(There's no rules for us)
(Downtown)
I'll start climbin' up hill and get outta here.
('Cause it's dangerous)
(Downtown)
Someone tell me I still could get outta here.
(Where there rainbow just doesn't show)
Someone tell lady luck that I'm stuck here!
(When you get...)
(Downtown)
Gee it sure would be swell to get outta here.
Bid the gutter farewell and get outta here.
I'd move heaven and hell to get outta Skid.
I'd do I don't know what to get outta Skid.
But a hell of a lot to get outta Skid.
People tell me there's not a way outta Skid.
But believe me I gotta get outta Skid
Row!
Da-Doo
Da-doo
I was walking in the Wholesale Flower District that day.
Shoop da-doo
And I passed by this place where this old chinese man...
Chang da-doo
He sometimes sells me weird and exotic cuttings.
Snip da-doo
'Cuase he knows, you see that, well, strange plants are my hobby.
Da-da-da-da-da-da-doo
He didn't have anything unusual there that day.
Nope da-doo
So I was just about to, you know, walk on by.
Good for you
When suddenly, and without warning,
There was this...
(Total eclipse of the Sun)
It got very dark...
And there was this strange humming sound,
Like something from another world...
Da doo
And when the light came back this weird plant was just sitting there.
Oopsie-doo
Just, you know, stuck in, uh-among the zinias.
Audrey Two
I coulda sworn it hadn't been there before.
But the old chinese man sold it to me anyways.
For a dollar-ninety-five.
Grow for Me
I've given you sunshine.
I've given you dirt.
You've given me nothin'
But heartache and hurt!
I'm beggin' you sweetly.
I'm down on my knees.
Oh please,
Grow for me?
I've given you plant food
And water to sip.
I've given you pot-ash.
You given me zip!
Oh God, how I mist you.
Oh Pod, how you tease.
Now please,
Grow for me?
I've given you Southern Exposure
To get you to thrive.
I've pinched you back hard, like I'm supposed to
You're barely alive.
I've tried you at levels of moisture
From desert to mud!
I've given you grow lights and mineral supplements.
What do you want from me? Blood?
"Ow! Damn Roses! Damn Thorns!"
I've given you sunlight.
I've given you rain.
Looks like you're not happy
'less I open a vein!
I'll give you a few drops,
If that'll apease.
Now Please...
Oh, Oh, Oh, Please...
Grow for Me...
Ya Never Know
I can't believe it!
It couldn't be happening!
Pinch me girls!
It couldn't be happening!
All of a sudden success coming out of the blue!
I put a sign up
Right in the front window
An advertisement
Right in the front window
Stop in and see the amazing new plant "Audrey II"
And the really remarkable thing is that people they do
Seymour, that twerp of a clutz,
Finally did something right
Audrey II drives him nuts
What a blessing this wonderful plant should exist
And should rake in the bucks for me hand over fist!
"How'd I do?"
"Who'da believed it?"
One day he pushed a broom
Nothing in his news but gloom and doom
Then he lit a fuse and give him room
Stand aside watch that mothah blow
Explosion! ***! Kerboom!
Don't it go to show ya never know?
Seymour was in a funk
He was number zero
Who'da thunk he'd become a hero?
Just a punk, he was a forgotten so-and-so
Then one day-Crash! Kerplunk!
Don't it go to show ya never know?
All the world used to screw him
Biff-wham-pow! Now they interview him
And they clamor to put his remarks
On the air
All the world used to hate him
Now they're startin' t'appreciate him
All because of that strange little plant
Over there
Observe him! Here's a chap
Everything is landing in his lap
(I just cut my hand and in a snap
Something out of Edgar Allen Poe has happened) Zam! Kazap!
Don't it go to show ya never know?
One day you're slinging hash
Feeling so rejected
Lightning flash, you get resurrected
Make a splash-now you rate the big
Bravissimo
And with a thunderclash-
Crash kerplunk, bam kerboom,
Zang kazunk, zam kazoom
Zowee powee holy cow he
Ordered up a rainbow to go
Wow! Pow! Lookout below!
Don't it go to show ya never know?
Somewhere That's Green
I know Seymour's the greatest,
But I'm dating a semi-***.
So I got a black eye,
and my arm's in a cast.
Still that Semour's a cutie.
Well, if not, he's got inner beauty.
And I dream of a place,
Where we can be together, at last.
A matchbox of our own.
A fence of real chainlink.
A grill out on the patio.
Disposal in the sink.
A washer and a dryer,
And an ironing-machine.
In a tract house that we share,
Somewhere that's green.
He rakes and trims the grass.
He loves to mow and weed.
I cook like Betty Crocker,
And I look like Donna Reed.
There's plastic on the furniture
To keep it neat and clean.
In the Pine-Sol scented air,
Somewhere that's green.
Between our frozen dinner,
and our bed-time nine-fifteen.
We snuggle watching Lucy,
On a big, enormous, twelve-inch screen.
Oh, his December bride,
He's father, he knows best.
The kids play Howdy-Doody,
As the Sun sets in the West.
A picture out of Better Homes
And Gardens magzine.
Far from Skid Row,
I dream we'll go...
Somewhere that's Green.
Closed for Renovation
We're closed for renovation
For spiffing-up and grooming
'Cause customers are flocking
And business has been booming
We need refrigeration
In our new, improved display
So we're closed for renovation
Today
We're closed for decoration
'Cause fortune has been smiling
So now we're due for painting
New plumbing and re-tiling
We'll make a ship-shape showplace
Of a little shop and then
Tomorrow we'll be open
Again
We're closed for renovation
For swabbing-down and brooming
'Cause business has been thriving
Since Audrey Two's been blooming
The phones have not stopped ringing
With the customers who say
Another bunch of peonies,
Another dozen daisies please
Geraniums, anemones
Forget-me-nots and fleurs-de-lis
With gratis home deliveries
On paid-in-fulls and C.O.D.'s
We're closed for renovation
Today
Dentist!
When I was young and just a bad little kid,
My momma noticed funny things I did.
Like shootin' puppies with a BB-Gun.
I'd poison guppies, and when I was done,
I'd find a ***-cat and bash in it's head.
That's when my momma said...
(What did she say?)
She said my boy I think someday
You'll find a way
To make your natural tendencies pay...
You'll be a dentist.
You have a talent for causing things pain!
Son, be a dentist.
People will pay you to be inhumane!
You're temperment's wrong for the priesthood,
And teaching would suit you still less.
Son, be a dentist.
You'll be a success.
"Here he is folks, the leader of the plaque."
"Watch him suck up that gas. Oh My God!"
"He's a dentist and he'll never ever be any good."
"Who wants their teeth done by the Marqui DeSade?"
"Oh, that hurts! Wait! I'm not numb!"
"Eh, Shut Up! Open Wide! Here I Come!"
I am your dentist.
And I enjoy the career that I picked.
I'm your dentist.
And I get off on the pain I inflict!
When I start extracting those mollars
Girls, you'll be screaming like holy rollers
And though it may cause my patients distress.
Somewhere...Somewhere in heaven above me...
I know...I know that my momma's proud of me.
"Oh, Momma..."
'Cause I'm a dentist...
And a success!
"Say ahh..."
"Say AHhhh..."
"Say AAARRRHHHH!!!"
"Now Spit!"
Mushnik and Son
How would you like to be my son?
How would you like to be my own adopted boy?
(I never liked him much before,
But count the cash that's in the drawer
I've got no choice - I'm much too poor -)
Say yes (what for?) Seymour I want to
Be your dad
I'll gladly see you
Climbing up my family tree
I used to think you left a stench
But now I see that you're a mench
So I'm proposing be my son
Muchnik and Son sounds great
Three words with the ring of fate
So say you'll incorporate with me
A florist's dream come true
Mushnik and his boychik, you-
What business we'll do for F.T.D.
Like Andy Hardy and the Judge
Like Zeus and Mercury
Like Dumas Fils and Pere
(In trouble sickness and in health)
We'll share the plant and share the wealth
I'll call my lawyer (call me son)
Mushnik and Son, that's that
(Officially I'm your brat)
Consider the matter closed and done
Now to the world let's stick
Our senior and junior shtick
(Through thin and through thick)
Through sloppy and slick
So come kiss me quick
Don't make me sick
Mushnik and Son!
Feed Me (Git It)
Feed me. Feed me. Feed me!
Feed me, Seymour.
Feed me all night long.
"That's right, boy!"
You can do it...
Feed me, Seymour.
Feed me all night long...
'Cause if you feed me, Seymour,
I can grow up, big and strong.
Would you like a Cadillac car?
Or a guest-shot on Jack Par?
How about a date with Heady LeMarr...
You gonna git it.
"If you want it, baby."
How'd ya like to be a big wheel?
Dinning out, for every meal.
I'm the plant can make it all real.
You're gonna git it.
Hey, I'm your Gennie.
I'm your friend.
I'm your willin' slave...
Take a chance, feed me, yeah.
You know the kinda eats,
The kinda ret-hot tastes,
The kinda sticky licky, sweets I crave...
Ow! Come on, Seymour,
Don't be a putz!
Trust me and your life will surely
Rival King Tut's.
Show a little initiative, boy,
Work up some guts,
And you'll git it.
I don't know.
I don't know.
I have so...so many strong...reservations.
Should I go...and perform...mutilations?
Think about a room at the ritz,
Wrapped in velvet, covered in glitz.
A little nookie gonna clean up those zits,
And you'll git it...uh huh...
Gee I'd like a Harley Machine.
Take it around like I was James Dean.
Makin' all the guys on the corner turn green!
So, go git it! woo woo woo!
If you wanna be profound...
If you really gotta justify...
Take a breath and look around...
A lot of folks deserve to die...
If you want a rationale,
It isn't very hard to see.
No, No, No...
Stop and think it over, pal.
The guy sure looks like plant food to me!
The guy sure looks like plant food to me!
The guy sure looks like plant food to me...!
He's so nasty treatin' her rough!
Smackin' her around, and always talkin' so tough!
You need blood and he's got more than enough!
I need blood and he's got more than enough!
(You/I) need blood and he's got more than enough...!
So, Go Git IT!
Now (It's just the Gas)
(Now, do it now
While he's gassing himself to a palpable stupor
The timing's ideal and the moment is super
To ready and fire and blow the sick *** away
Now, do it now
Just a flicker of pressure, right here on the trigger
And Audrey won't have to put up with that pig for another day
Now-for the girl, now-for the plant
Now-yes I will. . .but I can't)
Don't be fooled if I should giggle
Like a sappy, happy dope
It's just the gas, it's got me high
But don't let that fact deceive you
Any moment I could die
Though I giggle and I chortle,
Bear in mind I'm not immortal
Why this whole thing strikes me funny
I don't know-cause it really is a rotten way to go
(What we have here is an ethical dilemma
'Less I help him get the mask removed,
He doesn't have a prayer
True the gun was never fired,
But the way events transpired,
I can finish him with simple laissez faire)
Don't be fooled if I should chuckle
Like hyenas in a zoo
It's just the gas, it turns me on
But don't let my mirth deceive you
Any moment I'll be gone
All my vital signs are failing
Cause the oxide I'm inhaling
Makes it difficult as hell to catch my breath
Are you dumb or hard of hearing?
Or relieved my end is nearing?
Are you satisfied? I laughed myself to. . .
(Death)
Call Back in the Morning
Now, you were saying?
Flowers for a prom corsage?
Flowers for an entourage?
Flowers to the funeral home?
Leaving from St Andrew's Roman
Catholic Chirch at Ninth and Vine?
Forty dollars. Hold the line.
First thing in the morning. Fine
There'll be there in the morning!
Can you hold?
The Rose Bowl!
Seymour, the Rose Bowl!
You know that big,
Inflated estimate we wrote?
For the Rose Bowl?
Well, it's the Rose Bowl!
It seems they want to buy
The flowers here
For every single float!
You can't keep the tournament waiting!
Mushik & Son.. can you hold?
Please hold, can you hold?
It's just as the plant foretold
Just a minute
It's business like who'd have ever guessed.
Mushnik & Son, that was me!
Please wait, that was me..
The business is doing great..
On channel three!
So why am I feeling so depressed?
Seven thousand boutonnieres?
Please, I've only got two ears!
Hollyhocks are hardier,
Which ones would your wife prefer?
Were you waiting long?
I'm sorry sir!
Seymour, that reporter-
What? I thought we finished yesterday
She wants another interview
Said to bring the plant with you
Audrey, it's that new account
Sorry, that's the right amount
Daisies only come in white
Sir, I'm too worn out to fight
Sorry, those are out of stock
Seymour! Look! It's six o'clock!
Call back in the morning, will you?
Call back in the morning, won't you?
Call back in the morning, can you?
Call back in the morning, thank you!
Call back in the morning!
Suddenly Seymour
Lift up your head.
Wash off your mascara.
Here, take my kleenex,
Wipe that lipstick away.
Show me your face,
Clean as the mornin'.
I know things were bad,
But now they're ok.
Suddenly, Seymour,
Is standing beside you.
You don't need no make-up,
Don't have to pretend.
Suddenly, Seymour,
Is here to provide you
Sweet understanding.
Seymour's your friend.
Nobody, ever,
Treated me kindly.
Daddy left early.
Mama was poor.
I need a man, and I'd
Follow him blindly.
He'd snap he fingers and
I'd say, "sure."
Suddenly, Seymour,
Is standing beside me.
He don't give me orders.
He don't condescend.
Suddenly, Seymour,
Is here to provide me
Sweet understanding.
Seymour's my friend.
Tell me this feeling
Lasts 'til forever.
Tell me the bad times
Are clean, washed away!
Please understand that
It's still strange and frightening.
For loosers like I've been
It's so hard to say...
Suddenly, Seymour,
He purified me.
Suddenly, Seymour,
Showed me I can!
Learn how to be more!
The girl that's inside (you/me).
With sweet understanding,
With sweet understanding,
With sweet understanding,
Seymour's (your/my) man.
Suppertime
He's got your number now.
He knows just what you've done.
You've got no place to hide.
You've got nowhere to run.
He knows your life of crime.
I think it's suppertime!
Come on, Come on...
Think about all those offers!
Come on, Come on...
Your future with Audrey!
Come on, Come on...
Ain't no time to turn squeemish!
C-C-C-Come on!
I swear on all my spores...
When he's gone the world will be yours.
Come on, Come on...
Come on, Come on...
Come on, Come on...
It's suppertime...
It's suppertime...
Come on, Come on...
Come on, Come on...
Come on, Come on...
It's suppertime...
Ah, suppertime...
Suppertime!
The Meek Shall Inherit
They say the meek shall inherit.
You know the book doesn't lie.
It's not a question of merit.
It's not demand and supply.
They say the meek gonna get it.
"And you're a meek little guy."
You know the meek are gonna get what's comin' to 'em
By and by...
My future's starting.
I've got to let it.
Stick with that plant
And gee, my bank account will thrive.
What am I saying?
No way! Forget it!
It's much to dangerous
To keep that plant alive.
I take these offers,
That means more killing.
Who knew success would come
With messy nasty strings.
I sign these contracts,
That means I'm willing
To keep on doing
Bloody, awful, evil things.
No! No!
There's only so far you can bend!
No! No!
This nightmare must come to an end!
No! No!
You've got no alternative, Seymour, old boy!
Though it means you'll be broke again, and unemployed!
It's the only solution, it can't be avoided!
The vegetable must be destroyed!
But then, there's Audrey.
Lovely, Audrey.
If life were taudry,
and impoverished as before,
She might not like me.
She might not want me.
Without my plant
She might not love me, anymore.
They say the meek shall inherit.
Where do I sign?
You know the book doesn't lie.
Right on the line.
It's not a question of merit.
That'll do fine.
It's not demand and supply.
This copy's mine.
You'll make a fortune, we swear it.
Couldn't go wrong.
If on this fact you rely!
Bye-bye, So-Long!
You know the meek are gonna get what's comin' to them.
You know the meek are gonna get what's comin' to them.
You know the meek are gonna get what's comin' to them...
By-and-by....
Sominex/Suppertime II
I couldn't sleep
I took a Sominex
But voices in my head kept saying
Go to Seymour, talk to Seymour
I drank some tea
But gee the feeling wasn't gone
Seymour, sweetheart
Tell me, darling
What's been going on?
Hey little lady, hello
You're lookin' cute as can be
You're lookin' mighty sweet
No, it ain't Seymour-it's me!
Your friendly Audrey Two
This plant is talking to you
Come on and give me a drink
Hey, little lady, be nice
Sure do, I'll drink it straight
Don't need no glass or no ice
Don't need no twist of lime
And now it's suppertime!
Finale (Don't Feed the Plants)
Subsequent to the events you have just witnessed
Similar events in cities across America
Events which bore a striking resemblence
To the ones you have just seen began occuring
Subsequent to the events you have just witnessed
Unsuspecting jerks from Maine to California
Made the acquantiance of a new breed of fly-trap
And got sweet-talked into feeding it blood
Thus the plants worked their terrible will
Finding jerks who would feed them their fill
And the plants proceeded to grow
And grow
And begin what they came here to do
Which was essentially to
Eat Cleveland
And Des Moines
And Peoria
And New York
And where you live!
They may offer you fortune and fame
Love and money and instant acclaim
But whatever they offer you
Don't feed the plants
They may offer you lots of cheap thrills
Fancy condos in Beverly Hills
But whatever they offer you
Don't feed the plants
Look out
Here comes Audrey Two
Look our
Here I come for you!
Hold your hat and hang onto your soul
Something's coming to eat the world whole
If we fight it, we still got a chance
But whatever they offer you
Though they're slopping the trough for you
Please whatever they offer you
Don't feed the plants
We'll have tomorrow
Don't feed the plants
Mean Green Mother from Outer Space
Better wait a minute.
Ya better hold the phone.
Ya better mind your manners.
Better change your tone.
Don't you threaten me son.
You got a lot of gall.
We gonna do things my way.
Or we won't do things at all.
Ya don't know what you're messin' with.
You got no idea.
Ya don't know what you're lookin' at
When you're lookin' here.
Ya don't know what you're up against,
No, no way, no how.
You don't know what you're messin' with,
But I'm gonna tell you now!
Get this straight!
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
and I'm bad.
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
and it looks like you been had.
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space,
So get off my back, 'n get out my face,
'Cause I'm mean and green
And I am bad.
Wanna save your skin boy?
You wanna save your hide?
You wanna see tomorrow? (Ha-Ha!)
You better step aside.
Better take a tip boy.
Want some good advice?
Ya better take it easy,
'Cause you're walkin' on thin ice.
Ya don't know what you're dealin' with.
No, you never did.
Ya don't know what you're lookin' at,
But that's tough ***, kid!
The Lion don't sleep tonight,
And if you pull his tail, he roars.
Ya say, "That ain't fair?"
Ya say, "That ain't nice?"
Ya know what I say? "Up yours!"
Watch me now!
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
And I'm bad.
I'm just a mean green mother, a real disgrace,
And you've got me violent and mad.
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space,
Gonna trash your ***! Gonna rock this place!
I'm mean and green,
And I am bad.
Don't talk to me about old King-Kong.
You think he's the worst? Well, you're thinkin' wrong.
Don't talk to me about Frankenstein.
He got a temper? -HA!- He ain't got mine.
You know I don't come from no black lagoon.
I'm from past the stars and beyond the moon.
You can keep the thing,
Keep the it,
Keep the creature, they don't mean ***!
I got garden style, major moves.
I got the stuff, and I think that proves,
You better move it out! Nature calls!
You got the point? I'm gonna bust your balls!
Here it comes!
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
And I'm bad.
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
A real hard case. You can't beat this trouble, man.
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
So just give it up. It's all over, ace.
I'm mean and green.
(Mean green mother from outer space.)
I'm mean and green.
(Mean green mother from outer space.)
I'm mean and green.
(Mean green mother from outer space.)
And I...am...bad!