1.Dentist!
When I was younger, just a bad little kid,
my mama 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 pussycat and bash in its head.
That's when my mama 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 causin' things pain.
Son, be a dentist. People will pay you to be inhumane.
Your temp'rament'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 Marquis de Sade？
Oh that hurts! I'm not numb!)
Oh, 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. (Really love it.)
I thrill when I drill a bicuspid.
It's swell though they tell me I'm maladjusted.
And though it may cause my patients distress,
somewhere, somewhere in heaven above me
I know, I know, that my mama's proud of me (Oh, mama.)
'cause I'm a dentist and a success.
Say ah! (Ah!) Say ah! (Ah!) Say ah! (Ah!) Now spit.
2.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. (Ha, ha, ha, ha ha.)
'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 gonna git it. (If you want it, baby.)
How would you like to be a big wheel,
dinin' out for every meal？
I'm the plant to make it all real.
You gonna git it.
Hey, I'm your genie, I'm your friend. I'm your willing slave.
Take a chance. Feed me, eh？ You know what kinda eats,
what kinda red hot treats, what kinda 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 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.
(Gee, I'd like a Harley machine,
toolin' around like I was James Dean,
makin' all the guys on the corner turn green.)
So go git it.
If you want to be profound, if you really got to justify,
take a whiff 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, no, no, no.
Stop and think it over, pal. The guy sure looks like plant foot
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.
I／(You) need blood and he's got more than enough.
So go git it!
3.Finale (Don't Feed The Plants)
[ Not actually on the CD but included in the songbook . . .
Subsequent to the events you have just witnessed,
similar events in cities across America,
events which bore a striking resemblance
to the ones you have just seen, began occurring.
Subsequent to the events you have just witnessed,
unsuspecting jerks from Maine to California
made the acquaintance of a new breed of flytrap
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, dates and discos in
Beverly
Hills.
But whatever they offer you, don't feed the plants.
Look out! Here comes Audrey Two.
Look out! Here I come for you.
(Here I come for you.)
Here I come for you.
(Here I come for you.)
Hold your hat and hang on to your soul.
Something's coming to eat the world whole.
If we fight it we've 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.
4.Grow For Me
(Doo, sha la la loo, whop whop.
Doo, sha la la loo, whop whop.
Doo, sha la la loo, whop whop.
Doo-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh.)
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 ta. You're barely
alive.
I've tried you at levels of moisture from desert to mud.
I've given you growlights 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'll appease.
Now please, oh-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 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, nine fifteen,
we snuggle watchin' Lucy on our big, enormous twelve-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.
5.Mean Green Mother From Outerspace
Better wait a minute. Ya better hold the phone.
Better mind your manners. Better change your tone.
Don't you threaten me, son. Ya gotta 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.
You 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？ You better step aside.
Better take a tip, boy. Want some good advice？
You 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 titty,
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
fightin' mad.
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space, gonna trash your
ass,
gonna rock this place,
'cause I'm mean and green and - I - am - bad.
Don't you 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 bang, keep the it,
keep the creature, they don't mean shit.
I got one 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.
Ah, ah, ah, ah. (Here it comes!)
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space and I'm bad.
I'm just a mean green mother, a real hard case.
You can't beat this trouble, man.
I'm just a mean green mother from outer space,
so just beam him 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.)
(Mean green mother from outer space.)
And I - am - bad.
Ah, ah, ah, ah. (5 times)
6.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 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 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, you better, tellin' you you better
tell your mama somethin's gonna get her.
She better, ev'rybody better beware.
Oh, here it comes, baby. Tell no bums, baby. Oh, no, no.
Oh, hit the dirt, baby. Hit the dirt, baby. Oh, oh, oh, Oh,
oh-oh, oh.
Alley Oop, haul it off the stoop. Child, I'm warnin' you.
(Look out, look out, look out, look out.)
Run away. Child, you gotta pay if you play. (Yeah, yeah, yeah.)
Look around. Somethin's comin' down, down the street for you.
(You betcha) You betcha, you bet your butt you betcha.
Best believe it, somethin's come ta getcha.
You betcha, you better watch your back and your tail.
(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!
7.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 down downtown where your life's a joke.
You go downtown, where you buy your toke 'n' 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 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 whores.
You disinfect terrazzo on their bathroom floors.
The job's are really menial. You'll make no bread.
And then at five o'clock you'll head (by subway) . . .
Downtown where the guys are drips.
Downtown where they rip your slips.
Downtown where relationships are no go.
Down on skid row. (Down on skid row).
Down on skid row. (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 depressions' jes' status quo.
Down on skid row.
Someone show me a way to get outa here,
'cause I constantly pray I'll get outa here.
Please, won't somebody say I'll get outa here.
Someone gimme my shot or I'll rot here.
Show me how and I will, Downtown, there's no rules for us.
I'll get outa here.
I'll start climbin' uphill Downtown, 'cause it's dangerous.
and get outa here.
Someone tell me I still Downtown where the rainbow's just a no
show.
could get outa here.
Someone tell lady luck ------------When you live
that I'm stuck here.
Gee, it sure would be swell downtown where the sun don't shine.
to get outa here,
bid the gutter farewell Downtown past the bottom line.
and get outa here.
I'd move heaven and hell Downtown. Go ask any wino. He'll know.
to get outa skid,
I'd do I dunno what Downtown.
to get outa skid,
but a hell of a lot Downtown.
to get outa skid,
people tell me there's not Downtown.---------Skid row.
a way outa skid,
but believe me, I've gotta
get outa skid row.
＊The book listed this as 'When you buy your token you go', but
I just don't believe that's what is being sung.
Da-Doo
Da-doo, (spoken)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 cuttings,
snip da-doo, 'cause he knows, you see, that 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, ya know, walk on by,
good for you, when suddenly,
good for you. 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,
whoop-see-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 loo.
8.Some Fun Now
Yah yah yah yah, yah yah yah,
Yah yah yah yah, yah yah yah.
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 which
bang ka-boom, and he's havin' some fun now.
Some fun now (what with？),
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,
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, now!
Some fun now (what with？),
ain't he havin' some fun now (sure is).
Really havin' some fun now (oh boy),
ain't he havin' some fun now, now!
Some fun now (Good God, the boy.)
he's havin' some fun now. (Oh boy, oh boy.)
Yes, he's havin' some fun now (oh boy),
ain't he havin' some fun now!
Some fun now. Some fun now.
Some fun now. Some fun now.
9.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 standin' 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 standin' 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 feelin'll last till forever.
Tell me the bad times are clean washed away.
Please understand that it's still strange and fright'nin'.
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 -
He showed me I can Yes, you can
learn how to 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, with sweet understanding,
Seymour's my man. Seymour's your 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 squeamish.
Come on, I swear on all my spores,
when he's gone the world will be yours, yours. (Yeah, yeah,
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.
It's suppertime. Suppertime.
10.The Meek Shall Inherit
Seymour Krelbourn, so finally we meet you.
This is an occasion. Let's toast it. Up yours.
Relax. Canape？ ？？？？ Let's talk turkey. Sign here.
and we'll book you on lecturing tours.
Be a star. And 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 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 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 veg'table must be destroyed.
But then there's Audrey, lovely Audrey.
If life were tawdry and impov'rished 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 'em,
you know the meek are gonna get what's comin' to 'em,
you know the meek are gonna get what's comin' to 'em
by and by.
1.Somewhere That's Green
I know Seymour's the greatest
but I'm dating a semi-sadist
so I 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 can 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 bed time： nine-fifteen
we snuggle watching 'Lucy'
on our big enormous twelve-inch screen oh
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
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