Little Shop of Horrors Lyrics

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PROLOGUE (LITTLE SHOP OF HORRORS)

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 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 sh'bop, little shop of terror
Watch 'em drop, little shop of horrors
No, oh, oh, oh no!

Shing-a-ling, 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 you move a thing

You better, I'm tellin' you, you better
Tell your mama somethin's gonna get her
She better, ev'rybody better beware

Oh, here it comes, baby
Tell the bums, baby
Oh, oh, oh no!

Oh, hit the dirt, baby
Red alert, baby
Oh, oh, oh no!
Oh, oh, oh no!

Alley-oop, haul it off the stoop, child I'm warning you
Look out, look out, look out, look out!
Run away, child you're gonna pay if you fail (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Look around, look somethin's coming down, down the street for you

You betcha, you bet your butt, you bet 'cha
Best believe it, somethin's come to get ya
You betcha, you better watch your back and your tail
(Come on, come on, come on)

Little shop, little shop of horrors
Bop sh-bop, you'll never stop the terror
Little shop, little shop of horrors
No, oh, oh, oh no - (oh-oh no)

SKID ROW (DOWNTOWN)

Alarm goes off at seven
And you start uptown
You put in your eight hours
For the powers that have always been
(sing it, child)

Till it's five p.m.

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
Home to Skid Row

Yes, you go—

Downtown, where the cabs don’t stop
Downtown, where the food is slop
Downtown, where the hopheads flop in the snow
Down on Skid Row

Uptown, you cater to a million jerks
Uptown, you're messengers and mail room clerks
Eating all your lunches at the hot dog carts
The bosses take your money and they break your hearts
Uptown, you cater to a million whores
Disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors
The jobs are really menial, you make no bread
And then at 5 o'clock you head—

By subway—

Downtown, where the guys are drips
Downtown, where they rip your slips
Downtown, where relationship are no-go
Down on Skid Row
Down on Skid Row
Down on Skid Row
Down on Skid Row!

Poor!
All my life, I've always been poor
I keep asking 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, 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 gimme my shot, or I'll rot here

 Show me how and I will, I'll get outta here
I'll start climbing uphill and get outta here
Someone tell me I still could get outta here
Someone tell Lady Luck that I'm stuck here

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 walkin' 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 kites
Snip, da-doo
'Cause 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 judt about to, you know, walk on by
Good for you
Da-doo, doo-da-doo
Good for you
When suddenly, and without warning, there was this—
Da-doo, doo-doo

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

 Whoopsie-doo
Just, you know, stuck in, among the zinnias
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
Sha-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la-doo

Grow For Me

Doo, sha-la-la-doo, wop, wop
Doo, sha-la-la-doo, wop, wop
Doo, sha-la-la-doo, wop, wop
Doo-oo-oo-oo

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 potash
You've 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 s'posed 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?

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 will appease
Now, please, oh, oh, please
Grow for me

SOMEWHERE THAT’S GREEN

I know Seymour's the greatest
But I'm dating a semi-sadist
So I've got a black eye
And my arm's in a cast

Still, that Seymour's a cutie
Well, if not, he's got inner beauty
And I dream of a place
Where we could be together at last

A matchbox of our own
A fence of real chain link
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 bedtime, 9:15
We snuggle watching Lucy
On our big, enormous, 12-inch screen

I'm 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 magazine
Far from Skid Row
I dream we'll go
Somewhere that's green

SOME FUN NOW

Poor Seymour pushed a broom
Nothing in his news but gloom and doom
Then he lit a fuse, and, give him room
He started an explosion, holy cow!

That thing went bang! Kaboom!
And he's havin' some fun now

Some fun now, pop quiz
What's he havin'? Some fun now, sure is!
He's-a havin' some fun now, oh boy!
Ain't he havin' some fun now?

Some fun now, hot damn!
Ain't he havin' some fun now? Yes ma'am
He's-a havin' some fun now, oh boy!
Ain't he havin' some fun now?

Some fun now, hot damn!
Ain't he havin' some fun now? Yes ma'am
He's-a havin' some fun now, oh boy!
Ain't he havin' some fun now?

Some fun now, pop quiz
Ain't he havin' some fun now? Sure is!
Really havin' some fun now, oh boy!
Ain't he havin' some fun now?

Some fun now, thank God
He's havin' some fun now, oh boy!
Yes he's havin' some fun now, oh boy!
Ain't he havin' some fun now?

Some fun now

DENTIST!

When I was young and just a bad little kid
My momma noticed funny things I did
Like shootin' puppies with a B B gun
I'd poison guppies, and when I was done
I'd find a pussy cat and bash its 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
(Be a dentist)
You have a talent for causing things pain
(Pain)
Son, be a dentist
(Son, be a dentist)
People will pay you to be inhumane
(Inhumane)
Your temperament'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 is a dentist and he'll never ever be any good
Who wants their teeth done by the Marquis De Sade?

Oh, that hurts, wait, I'm not numb

Ehh, shut up, open wide, here I come
I am your dentist
(Goodness Gracious)
And I enjoy the career that I picked
(Love it)
I am your dentist
(Fitting braces)
And I get off on the pain I inflict
(You really love it)

I thrill when I drill a bicuspid
(Ooh, bicuspid)
It's swell, though they tell me I'm maladjusted
(Dentist)
And though it may cause my patients distress
(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 aah!
(Ahh)
Say aah!
(Ahh)
Say ahh!
(Ahh)
Now spit!

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 Paar?
How about a date with Hedy Lamarr?
You're gonna get it, if you want it, baby

How'd you like to be a big wheel?
Dining out for every meal
I'm the plant to make it all real
You're gonna get it

Hey, I'm your genie
I'm your friend, I'm your willing slave
Take a chance, feed me, yeah
You know the kinda eats
The kinda red-hot treats
The kind of sticky, licky sweets I crave

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 get 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 get it, uh-huh

Gee, I'd like a Harley machine
Drive it around like I was James Dean
Makin' all the guys on the corner turn green

So, go get it, woo-woo-woo
If you gotta be profound
If you really gotta justify
Take a breath and look around
A lot of folks deserve to die

Stupid woman!
Christ, what a friggin' scatterbrain!

I'm sorry, doctor!

Falls off the motorcycle!

If you want a rationale
It isn't very hard to see, naw, naw, naw
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

Yeah, 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!

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 okay

Suddenly, Seymour is standing beside you
You don't need no makeup, 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'd meet a man and I'd follow him blindly
He'd snap his fingers, me, 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 till forever
Tell me the bad times are clean washed away

Please understand that it's still strange and frightening
For losers like I've been, it's so hard to say
Suddenly, Seymour

Suddenly, Seymour

He purified me

He purified you

Suddenly, Seymour

Suddenly, Seymour

Showed me I can

Yes, you can be more

Learn how to be more
The girl that's inside me

The girl that's inside you
With sweet understanding

With sweet understanding

With sweet understanding

With sweet understanding

With sweet understanding
Seymour's your man

With sweet understanding
Seymour's 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 tricks
Come on, come on
I swear on all my spores
When he's gone the world will be yours
Yours, yeah

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
Suppertime, suppertime

THE MEEK SHALL INHERIT

Seymour Krelborn
So finally, we meet you
This is an occassion
Let's toast it, up yours
Relax!
Canapé?
Cigarette?

Let's talk turkey
Sign here, and we'll book you on lecturing tours

Yes, darling
We're sending photographers Thursday
So get the plant ready
And wear a clean shirt
Just sign this release
Need a pen?
Aren't you thrilled?
It's the cover of life magazine!
Dessert?

I'm telling you, son
It's a cinch to get ratings
The title is Marvin's
The concept is mine

The first weekly gardening show on a network
And you're gonna host it
You lucky kid
*Sign!*

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 meet are gonna get what's coming 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 too 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 tawdry 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
Your pen or mine?
It's not demand and supply
I don't have mine
You'll make a fortune, we swear it
If on this fact you rely
Bye-bye, so long! 
Couldn't go wrong

You know the meek are gonna get what's coming to them
You know the meek are gonna get what's coming to them
You know the meek are gonna get what's coming to them
By and by

MEAN GREEN MOTHER FROM OUTER SPACE

Better wait a minute
Better hold the phone
Better mind your manners
Better change your tone

Don't you threaten me, son
You got a lot of gall
We're gonna do things my way
Or we won't do things at all!

You don't know what you're messing with
You've got no idea
You don't know what you're looking at
Well, you looky here!

You don't know what you're up against
No, no way, no how
You don't know what you're messing with
Well, I'm gonna tell you now (Ah, ah, ah ah)

Get this straight!

I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
And I'm bad (mean, green, bad)
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
And it looks like you've been had
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
So get off my back! Get off my face
'Cause I'm mean and green and I am bad!

Ooooohh

Wanna save your skin, boy?
Ya wanna save your hide?
Ya wanna see tomorrow?
Better step aside

Better take a tip, boy
Want some good advice?
Ya better take it easy
'Cause your walking on thin ice

You don't know what you're messing with
No you never did
You don't know what you're dealing with
Well that's tough titty, kid!

The lion don't sleep tonight
And if you pull his tail, he roars
He's saying " That ain't fair!", he's saying "That ain't nice!"
Know what I say? "Up yours!" (Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah)

Watch me now!

I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
And I'm bad (mean, green, bad)
I'm just a mean green mother, a real disgrace
And you got me violent mad!
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
Im gonna trash your ass! I'm gonna rock this place!
I'm mean and green and I am bad!

Don't you talk to me 'bout old King Kong
You think he's the worst? Well, you're thinking 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've been past the stars and beyond the moon
You can keep the Thing, keep the It
Keep the Creature. It don't mean shit

I got power style, major moves
I got the stuff and I think that proves
So better move it out! Nature calls!
You got the point? I'm gonna bust your balls! (Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah)

Here it comes!

I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
And I'm bad (mean, green, bad)
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
You can't beat this trouble, man!
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space
So best 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! (mean green mother from outer space )
(Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah)
(Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah)
(Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah)
(Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah)
(Ah, Ah, Ah, Ah)


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