Lyrics
[Spoken Intro - deep Vincent Price-style voice, creepy laughter] Darkness falls across the stage, the spotlight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of fame, to terrorize your neighborhood
And whosoever shall be found, without the glove for getting down
Must stand and face the King of Pop... and rot inside a sequin shell [Verse 1] It's close to midnight maybe half past one
you been drinking beer all night
you look under the toilet seat!
Something crazy's lurking in the dark
Under the spotlight
You see a sight that almost stops your heart
You tryed the Ice Cream
But the moonwalk takes your feet before you make it
You start to freeze
As a glitter glove looks you right between the eyes
You're paralyzed [Chorus] 'Cause this is thriller
not a coke commercial
And no one's gonna save you
From the lid about to strike your head
You know it's thriller
not a coke comercial
You're fighting for your life
Inside a Bathroom Praying to the porcelin god
Thriller night [Verse 2] You hear the beat drop
A single white glove is floating in the air
The crowd goes nonstop
He's spinning 'round like no one else would dare
The tried the paparazzi Pizza
But Neverland is calling out your name
You start to dream about the ice cream
Of chips and elephants and candy cane fame
You're hypnotized [Chorus] 'Cause think its a coke commercial
your hair may star on fire
And no one's gonna save you
From the Flames about to strike
You know it's thriller
not a coke comercial
You're fighting the toilet lid that smacks you in the dark
Inside a Michael Jackson thriller
Thriller night [Bridge] Night creatures call
And the moonwalk shadows start to fall
The beat is strong
And the sequins shine all night long
So let me hold you tight
And share a Pepsi in the pale moonlight
'Cause this is thriller [Rap/Outro - fast, Vincent Price spoken + MJ-style ad-libs] Darkness falls across the ranch, the midnight hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of hits, to terrorize the Billboard land
And whosoever shall be found, without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of fame... and rot inside a corpse's shell 'Cause this is thriller... thriller night...
Hee-hee! Shamone!
Moonwalk... thriller...