Little shop, Little shoppa horrors. Little shop, Little shoppa terror. Call a cop. Little shoppa horrors. No, oh, oh, no-oh! Little shop, Little
by. It's been a pleasure- [SEYMOUR] (Simultaneously) I'd like to remind our listeners that the Audrey II is on display exclusively at Mushnick's Skid Row Florist Shop
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
I no sing wise the greatest But I'm gaining a semi say his So I got a black wine Tooked my arms and he kissed Still that seems like the cute Well, if
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
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
red hot treats 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 Tuts Show a little
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
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 fore and blow the sick bastard
Crystal: Shing-a-ling What a creepy thing to be happening Plant(Spoken): FEED ME Chiffon and Ronnette: Shang-a-lang feel the sturn and strang in the
Audrey: I dreamed as a little girl to find a loving soul mate. Now i see you, just beond my reach, my love. Audrey and chorus: Say you'll be mine. For
Soloist: 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
has been smiling So now we're due for painting new plumbing and retailing We'll make a ship shape showplace of a little shop and then Tomorrow we'll be
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
'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
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
scientist:I've got a truck load of pots outside. If you don't mind we'll start taking cuttings right now. Imagine boy AudreyIIs everywhere. Why with
